Elena’s POV
My heartbeat pounded inside my chest like crazy as I stared at his eyes and felt the warmth his hand was giving me as he brushed the blood off my face.
“His touch is amazing! Don’t pretend you don’t like it!” Ava teased, loving how Prince Deacon always managed to find a reason to touch me somehow.
He remained silent for a moment, as did I as if we weren’t in the middle of a battle. Our surroundings seemingly blurred out, and the air between us was wrapped in a warm and loving atmosphere.
His eyes were filled with gentleness and warmth, very different from the rage and death reflecting on it when he was fighting earlier.
Finally, a smirk came out of his lips, and he cleared his throat. He shook his head in disagreement. “It was never about the stealing kills, Elena.”
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