<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla grinned at Lucian</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">. “I meant that in a completely clean and innocent way. You two are the ones who made it dirty…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she teased, skimming over the notes she’d brought one last time, knowing her brother didn’t need to look at them if she was. She made sure the two of them had all the information correct, before nodding to her brother and moving to the eastern focal point, carefully settling down cross legged in the center. </span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><br/>
“There is nothing clean or innocent about you, La.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> Alexi chuckled, running his fingers through his hair before returning her nod and settling down across from her in the opposite focal point. After a deep breath, the young man turned to Lucian. He looked as though he wanted to say something before they began, but smiled instead.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “We’re ready.”</span>