<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla had given up on getting annoyed with her brother when Lucian told her that he had told him something about her. He was only doing it for her best interests, and truthfully, if there was anything that worried her about her brother, she probably would have gone to Lucian for advice by this point, as well. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“It’s the test.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she said, leaning against him.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “I know… Logically I know I can handle it. That i could score near perfect if not perfect at it. Last time i was only off by two points, and that was with zero control…”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> but knowing, and believing were two entirely different things.</span>