"Where were you last night?" Brennan asked, his voice full of mischief and clarity as he spoke to me.

I realised how defensive I had sounded and how that might have come across like I was defending Stone.

Lana questioned him with a confused frown "Why are you asking her that?"

"Yeah." I added, "Why are you asking me that?"

"No reason." Brennan replied and I could hear the smirk in his voice.

The lesson continued and none of us said anymore for the next half an hour.

I thought the conversation was over until Lana leaned to the side and whispered in my ear "Maybe Stone has a secret girlfriend."

Her voice was not quiet nor discreet because Brennan commented "That is what I was thinking, Lovely Lana."

I snorted because they were so wrong.

Stone did not have a lover.

Then I thought about it harder. He was secretive and he never spoke about himself so maybe he did have a secret girlfriend.

I could have come clean and told Lana and Brennan that he was with me but I did not want to.

I wanted to keep last night between us. A secret that I would keep close to my chest and the front of my mind.

"What do you think, Medusa?" The deep voice filled my senses.

For the first time since sitting down, I turned and faced him, humming in response to his question.

"I don't know if you have a secret girlfriend but if you do, I'm happy for you." I gritted out "However, condolences for the poor girl locked up in your basement."

"She did not come to my house. I went to hers. The girl that I was with last night did not have a basement." He said, his tone void of any playfulness "I got to know your house quite well."

At that moment, I forgot other people were around us. Our eyes locked and we continued to silently battle. My eyes narrowed at him and as the minutes passed with my attention still on him, his tensed shoulders started to relax, and his eyes became slightly less dark.

My eye contact with him broke when Brennan laughed, and I let my gaze wander to him.

"How does Stone know your house quite well, Ella?" He asked, grinning.

"I don't know." I quickly replied, trying to appear nonchalant "Maybe he dreamt about it."

Stone chuckled. His smirk was evil, and it promised my very own teasing torture.

"That is maybe what it was, Drizella." He spoke in a low voice "Although, I have this vivid image of your kitchen counter."

He had won that round between us.

I retreated in my chair and crossed my arms and silently cursed his arrogant infuriating self.

Lana leaned in once again and queried "How does he know your name is Drizella?"

I shrugged.