He then went from amused to concerned in a matter of seconds as he flicked over the crowd "It is too late. It has already started. The fight is being live streamed to over a million people. We can’t just stop it now."

Glancing around as much as I could see, I shouted over the cheering crowd "I do not see any cameras."

That is when Reed asked to lift me up. I nodded my head before he grabbed my waist and gently lifted me over his head.

There were two cameras at the very front. One on each side of the lit wooden torches. I recognised Stone instantly in the middle of the empty part of the sand.

I would be able to pick him out anywhere due to his height and build. It just helped that his back was to me and the massive medusa tattoo stared back. He looked devastating and superior to anything else. Like a Greek God. Or more appropriately a Roman one.

He did not look like my Stone. He looked emotionless as he circled his opponent. His stance and expression were vicious and murderous. He appeared void of any feeling as he stood tall and broad with no shirt on.

His opponent was not somebody I had seen before. He was older with a shaved head, and he was a little smaller than Stone. I could not say that for certain though because he was hunched over as Stone kept continuously punching his rib cage. Over and over again.

The man that was not my boyfriend managed a jab to Stone's face making me wince.

"Put me down." I instructed, my words panicked and desperate to not see any more. I then asked the tattooist “Where do you fit into all of this?"

"I don't fight but I am still considered a God." Reed went on to explain "People call me Mercury. The Greek equivalent being Hermes. The messenger of the Gods."

I would have laughed if I was not shaking at the coldness.

"So, Brennan is known as Neptune. The God of the sea?" I questioned although I already knew the answer.

"Yes." He confirmed and gone on to mention "Brennan is a good fighter but Stone is the strongest. He would not be here at the semi-finals if he was not. He would not own the whole thing if he was not the best."

Even a distance away from the torches, I could feel the fire start to heat my face as I snapped "Why did he not just tell me?"

"Maybe he did not want you to see him this way."

I asked, "What way?"

"Like the heartless bastard that he is."

"He is not heartless." I let out as my voice went softer but then I tutted myself "I can’t believe I am defending him right now."