Elena’s POV
I furrowed my brows as I looked at Prince Deacon curiously, but he merely tilted his head and gestured at his extended hand.
Shrugging, I accepted his help and stood up. As I dusted my clothes clean, I asked, “What do you mean?”
He leaned teasingly forward to me and narrowed his eyes. “You didn’t think I came to find you just to comfort you, did I?”
I cleared my throat, thankful for the darkness hiding the blush on my face. “Of course not.”
It’s the truth, though. I never thought about that, but I forgot that he probably came to me for something.
He tapped my forehead with the back of his finger before he turned around and waved his hand forward. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
Pouting, I wrapped my forehead and followed his footsteps until we reached the main camp tent where
