<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla’s eyes bugged out of her skull at the contents of his purse, looking back up at her brother.</span><i> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;I don’t think even i could spend enough to warrant one of those.&gt;<br/>
</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"><i>&lt;give it a few months of getting used to it and you could spend any amount of money.&gt;</i><br/>
</span><br/><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">&lt;I’m not the one who spent three months worth of Lan to get stood up on a date by a woman with a horse’s face.&gt;<br/>
</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi turned to her while Lucian was paying the shopkeep.</span><i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;are we really getting into this again? How was I supposed to know that she was a fourth circle enchantress who made her money screwing people over?&gt;<br/>
</span></i><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"><i>&lt;and this is why neither of us date. People are stupid.&gt;</i><br/>
</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi sighed softly. He couldn’t argue the sentiment. They both had spent a lot of their lives getting screwed over by people they’d trusted. He suspected it was why his sister was struggling to trust Lucian at all. But there was something different about him. Perhaps being a vampire, perhaps his age. </span>