<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla draped her legs over the back of her chair, letting the two of them enjoy their moment. She couldn’t help but feel… conflicted. She was happy for her brother, she really was. But it was times like this she felt like a bit of a third wheel, one you couldn’t even get rid of by leaving the room. And lucian was different than most of the men she’d met before. For them it was a game, the kindness, the gentle touches and sweet kisses. Pathetic, disgusting, sappy. But the way he was with her brother… she let out a soft sigh. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“You know what I think i am going to shower.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she said, hopping up.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d"> “You two enjoy yourselves. Clean up your mess.” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">she teased, but her heart wasn’t in it, as she headed for their bedroom door.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi straightened up, blinking at his sister’s back. He felt the sudden whirlwind of emotion that welled up in her, but couldn’t place his finger on the cause or each individual one.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “Ayla…?” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he said, startled and confused</span>.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">&lt;ayla what’s wrong?&gt;</span></i>