WHO WAS HE?
What did he want?
Could she keep him?
The last thought should have shaken Lis out of the crazy that was riding her. She needed to take off before this strange alien could call the Polans down. But Lis found herself rooted in place.
She knew him.
Not by any means so trivial as acquaintance. She was certain that they’d never met. Lis didn’t know his name, nor could she name his species. He was well over six feet tall, forced to stoop by the low ceilings in this building, and his shoulders were as broad as a soldier’s. His skin gave her pause. It was a vivid yellow and his hands were covered with either scales or spots. The rest of him was covered by his clothes, but she wondered how the pattern fit across his body. She couldn’t tell from all the way across the room.
His e
