deals, but I always have to pay for their support.”        Alexander’s voice was bitter as he touched the dilate button on the iris door beside him. “You’ll have to meet them tonight. There’s five of them here now.”      

       “That isn’t in the contract,” Kennon said. He was appalled at Alexander. Civilized people didn’t speak of others that way, even to intimates.     

       “It can’t be helped. You must meet them. It’s part of the job.”        Alexander’s voice was grim. “Mother, Cousin Anne, Douglas, and Eloise like to play lord of the manor. Cousin Harold doesn’t care—for which you should be grateful.”      

       The door dilated, and Alexander ushered Kennon into the room. The Lani sitting on the couch opposite the door leaped to her feet, her mouth opening in an O of surprise. Her soft snow-white hair, creamy skin, and bright china blue eyes were a startling contrast to her black loincloth and halter. Kennon stared appreciatively.     

       Her effect on Alexander, however, was entirely different. His face darkened. “You!” he snapped. “What are you doing here?”      

       “Serving, sir,” the Lani said.     

       “On whose authority?”      

       “Man Douglas, sir.”      

       Alexander groaned. “You see,” he said, turning to Kennon. “We need someone here with a little sense. Like I was telling you, the Family’d”—he stopped abruptly and turned back to the Lani. “Your name and pedigree,” he demanded.     

       “Silver Dawn, sir—out of White Magic—platinum experimental type—strain four.”      

       “I thought so. How long have you been inhouse?”      

       “Almost a month, sir.”      

       “You’re terminated. Report to Goldie and tell her that Man Alexander wants you sent back to your group.”      

       The Lani’s eyes widened. “Man Alexander!—You?”      

       Alexander nodded.     

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