<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla ran pas her brother without so much as a look.<i> &lt;NOT. A. FUCKING. WORD.&gt;</i>  echoing through both their minds as she shut the door to their bedroom, gasping for breath. She tore of her clothes as she walked, leaving a trail of discarded garments behind her as she cranked open the faucet, forcing herself into the very cold shower.</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi coughed, as if to draw Lucian’s attention to himself, leaning against the wall with a smug expression on his face, an amused smirk on his lips and one eyebrow raised. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“So a good training session I take it?”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he asked. He’d been on his way to the Library, but had instead spent the past few minutes up against a wall trying not to laugh. He knew his sister was an adrenaline junkie but he hadn’t expected…. That.</span><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(204, 255, 153)"></span>