"You were in an accident. You are hurt." He snarled "I have made it clear enough that I do not want you on your feet. Was it not a large enough hint when I said that I needed to carry you out of the car this morning?."

"Not really." I deadpanned "I have a small feeling that if you had your way then I would always be carried around by you or in your arms somewhat."

"Damn right you would be." He gritted out, his jaw ticking.

Looking anywhere but him, I reassured "I promise you that I am okay. I just needed some air. I have been in that hospital room for days."

"Ella." He growled in warning.

I exaggerated a growl back "Stone."

He rested his arm behind me and leaned closer so I could feel how harsh and deliberate his words were.

"You are injured." He spoke, his dark voice deepening "If I have to haul you over my shoulder, drag you back and chain you to the bed until you get better then you better fucking believe that is what I am about to do."

I should not have found that attractive.

I stole a glance at his lips that were set in their usual semi-permanent scowl.

Lana stood up from her seat in the booth and let out a hurried noise "Charlie, lets go and get some more ice cream."

Charlie let out a happy cheer before Stone picked him up from my lap and then deposited him on the ground.

The small boy and the blonde girl ran off to the ice cream parlour's counter while faced the fiery wrath of the giant.

Stone scrubbed a hand along his face before he voiced "What are you doing, Medusa?"

"It is none of your..." I began but then stopped.

I could not even finish my sentence because it did not sit well on my tongue.

He chuckled darkly "Finish that sentence."

I rolled my eyes at him and at the fact that I had subconsciously moved closer to him. Close enough to see how many emotions swirled around in the obsidian eyes.

"How did you know I was here?" I asked

"Lana." He answered while still appearing seconds away from picking my body up and locking me away.

I sat in silence and wondered why Lana had told him that I was here.

"I am pissed off." He stated as his gravelly voice deepened.

"When are you ever not pissed off?" I challenged him while watching his furious expression.

His jaw ticked a few times before he retorted "When you are happy and healthy."

"I am happy. I am having ice cream" I argued "Not so healthy though because I have had four scoops."

Continuing to glower at me, he repeated himself "Go home. You are meant to be on bed rest."

"I don't want to."

"I don't care." He said with a tone of warning "I am taking you back."

"No. You are not."