Not before throwing him a teasing smile.

He effortlessly caught up with my strides in a few large steps.

I glared at him and then at my tiny legs.

"Fine. Do not tell me then." I huffed out before curiosity took over and I pleaded "Please. Give me a clue. Just a small one."

"It is Greek.” He answered back vaguely

I narrowed my eyes at how unhelpful his clue was and then I stared to guess what it could be "Olives? Hummus? The Parthenon?"

Stone shook his head as his lip twitched.

He then went on to ask, "Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?"

Crossing the road and following him into an unfamiliar smaller street that broke off from the main road, I nodded.

"Yeah. I have always wanted to get one, but I want something that means something." I stated before explaining "So no skulls or cringe worthy quotes in mandarin for me."

He let out a husky laugh.

My need to know his future tattoo took over me and I asked, "Does the tattoo you want today mean something?"

His reply came in one quick breath "It is the most important one."

"You can’t just say that!" I outburst and pointed to him with a scowl on my face "That makes me even more curious. Greek, that could be anything. It is just cruel what you are doing. Tell me!"

"No." Stone replied, trying to contain his amusement.

He stopped walking as we approached a large neon sign. There was no store front. Instead, a set of stairs led downwards to more fluorescent lights. It looked like some underground club.

In all my years living in Santa Monica, I had never been close to the area. It was nothing like I had ever seen before.

"A tattoo parlour that is underground and in the middle of nowhere." I voiced aloud as I sent him a faux look of horror "Are you sure you are not taking me down here to kill me?"

"If I was going to kill you then I would have done it at your apartment." He spoke smugly "I have had plenty of opportunities."

His taunting tone gave away that he was trying to suggest that he was always with me.

I shot him a glare while I stood on my toes to appear slightly taller.

Stone noticed what I was doing and barked a laugh.

"Maybe you are a killer with traditions." I suggested "This is where you lead all of your girls to kill."

His breath tickled the back of my neck as leaned down and rasped "You are the only one, Drizella."

A smile could not be fought from my face as I gripped the railing at the top of the stairs and started to descend.