<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“Ten Weeks…2 days.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla gritted her teeth, hanging her head a little. Of course her little stunt had done this. Of course she’d screwed up that badly. She’d only drawn his attention more. Enough to send a spy after her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Is there anyway way to make him stop?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she asked Lucian.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff4d4d">“Failure.. Is not an option.”</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi wrapped his arms around Ayla’s shoulders from behind, almost protectively. He knew she could take care of herself, but Illian was a whole different ball game. His gaze fixated on Lucian, hoping that their lover had the answers that they did not.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 77, 77)"></span>