<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla pressed her lips together tightly. As much as she wanted to show off, in the middle of the street was a bad place to do it. On top of that, she’d been doing so well adhering to his rules. And while she might be able to argue that getting this sleazebag off her was a form of self defense, she didn’t think it would fly so well. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I...I cant.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she murmured softly.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “Master Dreven is very strict with my training…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she didn’t want to give him too much information. At least more than she’d already screwed up and given.</span>