Stone shook his head and let out another husky laugh.

I studied the eye as I leaned closer and then my attention dropped to his suggestive smirk.

"I don't think a kiss heals black eyes, Lurch." I spoke.

"There is no harm in trying."

My lip gets pulled by my teeth to hide my smile as I rebutted "My lips do not have magical healing abilities."

"Yes," He let out hoarsely as his gaze dropped to my mouth "They do."

"Then perhaps I should share my gift with the rest of the male population." I teased.

"No." Stone growled "You should not."

Our amusement died down and that is when the studying eye of the giant became more heated. More intimate.

"Why do you dislike your name?" He asked gently.

I was caught off guard by his question. It was so abrupt and random that I felt my eyebrows raise.

I tilted my head "Who says I hate my name?"

He offered me a smug smile. One that silently informed me that he could read me like a book.

I loathed his smugness and his ability to know me better than anyone else.

However, I indulged him anyway "I was named after the wicked and ugly stepsister from Cinderella."

Stone let out a chuckle from deep in his chest. It was like he was waiting for me to laugh as well like I was telling him a joke.

When I did not, his features hardened, and he went back to his usual serious-looking exterior.

Lana and Brennan were splashing around in the water. I was watching them to avoid the pair of obsidian eyes as I revealed the story behind the name.

"My mother was obsessed with Cinderella." I began to tell him "It was her favourite fairytale. She watched the movies all the time religiously. It was her obsession while she was pregnant with me. She loved the story so much that she named me after it. Just not Cinderella. Instead, I was named Drizella. The ugly stepsister. The side character. The girl that was desperate for her own fairytale but does not end up getting it."

I had never told anyone why the name had bothered so much and there I was opening up to him.

He listened like he hung on to every word I spoke. Like what I said was the most important thing in the world to him.

"Did you know that in the original story, Drizella cut off her toes so the glass slipper would fit her, and she could marry the prince?" I recited before pointing out "Which is ludicrous. Who would cut their limbs off for a stupid Prince? If it was for a sorcerer that could conjure up a massive library, then maybe I would consider it."