<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi went silent for a moment, thinking on the incredibly diplomatic and carefully worded way that lucian had just answered his question.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i> Somehow i know Ayla’s to blame for that one… </i></span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he thought to himself. He knew she’d talked to Lucian about them, thinking back to their first trip into the markets together. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“And how would you answer that question if my sister hadn’t painted me to be some fragile porcelain vase that if so much as even a chip appears on she’d gut you where you stood….or at least try?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he blushed again. </span>