Elena’s POV
“What, you don’t like it?”
I felt Prince Deacon’s warm hands landing on top of my shoulder, giving it a little squeeze as he leaned his face down near my cheek, asking.
I swallowed with difficulty as I palpated from how close he was to me.
Blinking a couple of times in disbelief, I stared at what was in front of me once again, making sure that what I was seeing was really what it was.
In the middle of the back lawn of the camp, there was a newly set up medium-sized tent. He opened the door for me, and the amazing aroma of meat greeted me. A meat!
After months of being here with only dry foods and ready-to-eat meals, I never thought I’d be able to eat meat again. At least not while we were here.
I salivated with desir,e and my stomach crumbled at the sight of well-presen
