<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla smirked a little at his comment about the man having no class,  nodding understandingly. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I have had years of practice, after all. I swear sometimes I can feel my brother glaring at me even when he’s not around, right before I speak…” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">either way, that man had freaked her out more than she was willing to admit. She and her brother had spent so much of their time together for more than one reason, and she wasn’t a fool. She know what that sort of look meant. She detested being looked at like a slice of meat on a butcher’s block.</span>