<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, before she glanced back the the orb, glaring it into stillness as it had bobbed once. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Bad. Stay.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">She whispered, before realizing what she’d done in front of Lucian and turned back to him as if nothing at all had happened. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Deal.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, breaking into a grin. She slid back into a fighting stance, ready for round three.</span>