It was behind him, Kennon decided. He rolled over with a groan of protest and looked at his tormentor. A gasp of dismay left his lips, for standing beside the bed, a half smile on her pointed face, was Copper—looking fresh and alert and as disturbing as ever.
It wasn’t right, Kennon thought bitterly, to be awakened from a sound sleep by a naked humanoid who looked too human for comfort. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.
“I’m supposed to be here,” Copper said. “I’m your secretary.” She grinned and flexed a few curves of her torso.
Kennon was silent.
“Is there anything wrong?” she asked.
For a moment Kennon was tempted to tell her what was wrong—but he held his tongue. She probably wouldn’t understand. But there was one thing he’d better settle right now. “Now look here, young lady—” he began.
“I’m not a lady,” Copper interrupted before he could continue. “Ladies are human. I’m a Lani.”
“All right,” Kennon growled. “Lani or human, who cares? But do you have to break into a man’s bedroom and wake him in the middle of the night?”
“I didn’t break in,” she said, “and it isn’t the middle of the night. It’s morning.”
“All right—so it’s morning and you didn’t break in. Then how in Halstead’s sacred name did you get here?”