<span style="font-family:Calligraffitti"><span style="font-size: 26px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Chapter Eleven - A Night to Remember</span></span></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff"><i>Four Days later</i></span><br/><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">It had been four days since Lucian had given Ayla her current task, and it was the most exhausting thing she’d ever done. Even though she hadn’t been able to hold it together for more than four or five hours, it was still a marked improvement on what she’d been doing before, where she couldn’t even get it to the right brightness. She face planted on her bed, entering the room in front of her brother, yawning softly and dragging her pillow to her, the little orb hanging over her head like a constant reminder of her work.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi stopped himself from heading over to his sister, looking at his own bed where clothes had been laid out. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;La, are there clothes underneath you?&gt; </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he asked, curious. He didn’t see any on her bed, but did see a note on his, sitting down next to the outfit to read it.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;No, and if you weren’t in the room there wouldn’t be any on me either...&gt; </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she grumbled.<br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi chucked a little at her reply. </span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;well you’re about to get your wish. Apparently i’m going out with Lucian tonight.&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he shrugged, before looking the clothes over, a faint blush creeping into his cheeks.  He picked up the finely tailored clothes, moving into the dressing room.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;good. Go away. I’m going to bed. I don’t care if i miss dinner. Sleep means I can turn this damned little taunting ball of evil off.&gt; </span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she dragged herself off the bed, stumbling into the bathroom and starting the water running, glaring at the orb. <br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;you get some rest. Just don’t fall asleep in the tub? please.&gt;</i> </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he could hear her growl at him as he laughed, dressing in the soft fabrics. He stopped in front of the mirror, looking himself over in a bit of wonderment. Lucian was always impeccably dressed, but he had a good eye for what looked good on others as well. Blushing a little, he picked up the indigo colored silk ribbon and tied his hair back. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;i’m heading out. I’d tell you not to wait up but i don’t think that will be an issue….&gt;</i></span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"></span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;zzzzzzzzz…...&gt;</span></i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she smirked, letting out a faint moan as she slid into the tub, resting the back of her neck against the rim.</span>