Elena’s POV
We all turned around to meet Prince Deacon’s humorous eyes despite the sternness we had heard in his voice seconds earlier.
Seeing as he was merely teasing, I smiled and raised the bottle. “Come on, Prince Deacon, it’s only a little drink.”
“A little?” He raised his brows as he approached our table and grabbed the drink from my hand. He lifted it to his nose and took a quick sniff. “A little drink but of a whisky… Really?”
I shrugged my shoulders and kept silent.
“It’s only for a celebration, Prince Deacon. Don’t be a party pooper!” Maise uttered, once again, with a mouth out of control.
Saige and I looked at her with wide eyes before we cautiously looked back at Prince Deacon, expecting him to be angry.
Unexpectedly, he only shook his head and grinned. “Enough with the
