Elena’s POV
“What justice are you on about?” Bryson continued to ask, but I only let out a smirk and walked away.
Someone as dense and lacking in common sense as he didn’t deserve my attention. Besides, sooner or later ,he’d know the truth by himself. Being in the dark for now probably was his best t*****e.
“I’m not done talking yet! Don’t turn your back on me!” Bryson demanded, making me halt as my blood boiled in anger.
Who the f**k did he think he was?
Turning back to face him, I was ready to smack the life out of him when Prince Deacon suddenly arrived and stood between us.
“Prince Deacon…” Both Bryson and I greeted him simultaneously and stopped our conversation.
A slight smile formed on my lips when Prince Deacon didn’t even acknowledge him and turned his back from his, facing
