<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla’s anger slowly was giving away to fear. As hurt and betrayed as she felt, ‘Malla’ wasn’t really a person as far as she was concerned anymore; she’d been a tool, one used by her enemies. It was like finding out some gift was actually a trap, rather than a betrayal of friendship.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“So what do we do…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi asked helplessly.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“Give him the girl.”</span>