His Miracle Luna-the Forsaken Lycan Queen

Chapter 141

Elena's POV

He let out another soft laugh, as if recalling something silly, and his eyes sparkled with a mix of admiration and teasing. "You used to make this face whenever you tasted something you didn't ke. Took me a few reminders to memorise your taste.”

I lifted my head in shock, and before I could say anything, we both burst into laughter. It felt like a return to simpler times- before everything had changed, before life had pulled us in different directions.

I was never particularly picky with food, but if I'm honest, it wasn't easy to satisfy my taste buds. I could eat anything, but that didn't mean I liked everything. I never let it show, or at least, I thought I hadn't. It never occurred to me that someone might notice the small reactions I had when something didn't sit right.

Once the laughter subsided and we settled into a comfortable silence, my eyes drifted down, and that's when I saw it again-the keychain hanging from his pocket. The keys and other trinkets were tucked inside, but the sculpted keychain was visible, swaying slightly with his movements.

Compared to his princely attire, the keychain looked out of place worn, simple, and yet familiar.

My breath caught, and I pointed at it, my voice trembling slightly. Wait... is that-?"

Before I could finish, Deacon followed my gaze, and his smile widened. He met my eyes, a playful glint in them. "Yup," he said, his tone light, "I'm still using it. It's the keychain I've had since... well, you gave it to me."

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I was certain my face had turned crimson. I glanced away quickly, hoping the darkness of the night would hide my embarrassment. But I knew better than to think Deacon hadn't noticed.

Trying to mask my flustered state, I asked softly, "You kept it?"

the keychain. "It's one of the few things that reminded me of

stuttered, racking my

seat to face me more fully. Nodding, he said, "Yeah, remember? When we were kids, your father was one of my training

How could I have

now! You were injured once,

then. I figured you'd throw it away

raised an eyebrow, his grin playful. "Like how

reflexively, the action coming naturally. It's not that I forgot.

in his palm. "It's

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words hung in the air, and I felt the shift in the mood. It wasn't just a simple trinket anymore. It had become a

a nonchalant shrug.

worn edges of the keychain. I hesitated for a moment before holding it in my hand. The craftsmanship was crude -uneven edges,

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should take back. Look at it-it's poorly made. The edges are either too sharp or too dull.

shifted immediately, and I could see that he was genuinely protective of it. He grabbed the keychain back from my hands and tucked it

I quickly turned my attention elsewhere,