"I thought we discussed this, Medusa." He replied with no hint of teasing on his serious expression "We are having six kids and moving to Green Gables."

"You are so annoying." I pointed out the obvious as I glared up at him.

It was his turn to ask a question and it looked like he had just remembered something because a dark look crossed his face.

His whole demeanour changed from relaxed to wrathful in a matter of seconds. His tattooed chest puffed out and his jaw ticked in a furious rhythm. A part of his skull tattoo that decorated his knuckled disappeared as he clenched and unclenched his fist.

"Does the blonde prick think you are dating him?" He grounded out roughly.

I blinked a few times in surprise before I mumbled "It is complicated."

"No." He growled.

"No?" I repeated, not sure what he meant.

A rumble left his chest again "No."

"He is usually nice." I tried to convey to him "He is fun, and he is my type."

"Your type?" Stone gritted out, his stumbled jaw ticking faster.

"Yeah." I murmured, "My type is blonde, skinny but lean with no tattoos."

"You are describing the opposite of me." He gritted out, his voice growing deeper.

"No." I argued, "I'm describing my ideal man."

I turned my head upwards to avoid his penetrating stare. The sky was filled with almost every colour but blue and I wondered how long we had been walking and talking.

"What is your first name?" I questioned.

Stone had not unclenched his fists when he gnarled "Why are you with him?"

He was so intense. He looked ready for some kind of war. Along with his ticking jaw, the veins in his neck, arms and hands bulged in an angry beat.

"I don't think that is any of your business." I remarked softly.

His big burly body came to a halt. He made his way in front of me so that he could stop me from escaping. His wide shoulders and his large hard chest blocked my view of everything else as he guarded the space around me.

"Why do you hate Chase so much?" I queried.

He growled at me "Why are you with him?"

"Don't you growl at me." I shouted up at him in reply and when he growled again, I added "He is a good kisser."

Stone did not see the funny side of my comment.

The rage and the murderous fury simmered off him in waves. His large chest was moving up and down erratically as if he was close to losing every single hint of humanity. A ten Richter scale earthquake would shake less than his chest and probably appeared safer to approach as well.

"Let’s see how good he kisses when he is fucking dead." He gnarled out determinedly.

I pushed up on my toes so that I appeared strong and taller as I tilted my head at him.