<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Stepping in front of him, Ayla quickly wrapped her arms around Lucian’s waist, resting her head on his chest. She was completely at a loss for what to do, and didn’t want to pry into what was probably work business, seeing as she hadn’t screwed anything up that badly as of late. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“If you want to talk about it… or if I can help some how, you’d let me know, right?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said softly, muffled a little by his shirt.</span>