<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla stared at him, denial in her eyes as she listened to the story. She honestly felt like what he was doing was helping, not holding her back. And why else would he have brought in someone so well recommended to train her brother. What was the point of having a matching set if only one of them was useful. It took her a moment to realize how close he’d gotten to her, arm back around her waist. She looked up, and almost instantly regretted doing so. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“I…..I have to go.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she stammered, trying to back away. What he’d told her was so different than everything she’d experienced before.  It didn’t seem like Lucian. It just didn’t sound like him… and yet...</span>