A QUICK INTRODUCTION
If you already know Morgan and Ravindra, please proceed to Chapter 1. The story is waiting.
For everyone else, Morgan Selwood is a Supertech. She was modified as a baby, fitted with implants in her brain, and given artificial eyes that allow her to interact directly with computer systems. She can communicate with almost any technology and is capable of running every system on a battlecruiser by herself.
Morgan comes from the human Coalition. She was aboard Curlew, a small freighter which was flung far from home into unknown space, when the ship was intercepted by Admiral Ravindra’s battlecruiser.
Ravindra is Manesai. His people are genetically modified humans, and in their society Morgan is an alien. Their first encounter did not go well. Neither did several encounters after that.
Despite the rocky beginning, they formed a relationship which has endured for several years. Ravindra wants Morgan to marry him, or bind with him, as his people call it. Morgan steadfastly refuses. Ravindra steadfastly refuses to accept her refusal.
That is how their relationship works.
You can read the full story of how they met in Morgan’s Choice and follow their adventures in Morgan’s Return. For now, that should be enough to get you started.
1
Ashkar Ravindra took off his uniform jacket and hung it over a chair. He looked tired and why shouldn’t he? The endless round of meetings of the Admiral’s Council would wear anybody out. He dropped into a chair and asked Tullamarran for brandy.
“Another fun meeting?” Morgan said.
“Bhose is becoming increasingly difficult. He doesn’t like the idea of a closer relationship with your people.” Ravindra accepted the brandy and took a sip. “We’ve agreed to a pause. We all need a break. I think this year we might go to my estate, spend Sunturn with my children and my mother.”
Morgan almost choked on her wine. “Sorry?”
Ashkar nodded. “It’s time you met my family. I’ve met yours.”
“Makasa? He’s not my family.”
“He’s as close as we’ll ever get. You said so yourself.”
Makasa. She’d known him almost since she graduated from the Coalition’s Fleet Academy. The fat admiral had organized for her to be sent to a backwater fleet maintenance facility to test her morality. She’d passed. She’d worked for him until she disappeared into Manesai space. Ravindra met him a few months ago, on their epic return to her home worlds.
In a way he was as close as she’d ever had to family. She liked him, respected him even if she didn’t really trust him. She certainly preferred him to her biological family. She hadn’t had anything to do with them since she went to the Fleet academy.
“Yes, but Makasa won’t be spending time with us. Why do I have to meet your mother? I already know she won’t like me.”
Ashkar smiled. “Because, my love, I want her to understand.”
“What?”
“What I see in you. Anyway, it’s time you met my children. Sunil will be bound after he graduates from the academy, Nalini has a year to go. I’ll try to be available for the binding ceremonies.”
Morgan couldn’t think of anything worse. Sunturn was a stupid, over commercialized waste of time. Kids enjoyed the special treats and gifts apparently delivered by wood sprites. Although it was fun on Vidhvansaka. Somebody dressed as the Ice King and handed out comical punishments for various dreamed up misdemeanors. It was a chance for the ratings to get a laugh at the expense of some of the officers. Although that only went so far. Senior Commander and above seemed to be exempt.
And this time? She would be spending time with people she’d never met, playing happy families with a couple of almost adults who would probably be just as happy about it as she was. And his mother? Good grief. The few stories she’d heard were enough. Even Ashkar didn’t like her.
Ashkar laughed. “The look on your face makes it all worthwhile. It has been a couple of years since I was on Shantara. I need to take a look at my estate. And you never know, Morgan, there might be a vulsaur in the mountains.”
She chuckled. “I’ll come with you just for that. I’d love to see a vulsaur.” And that was a fact.
“Well then. Twelve days planetside. After that, we’ll be longing to get back here.”
*
Morgan slid Vulsaur into a bay at Shantara’s space station and checked the station’s surveillance systems. “Your escorts just arrived. We’re going to have to update the shift drives in those ships, Ashkar. I had a job getting Vulsaur to slow down enough for them to keep up.”
“Agreed. But that’s for later. Now we’re on vacation.”
Whether we like it or not.
Along with Tullamarran, her own security guard, Raina, and two extra people she didn’t know. Still, she had been told she couldn’t go anywhere without security. And, of course, he couldn’t. It was a bore, but there it was. She got to have Ashkar, but that admiral was always there, too.
“Are you coming?” Ashkar said.
She stood. “Let’s do it. And remember, you promised me a vulsaur.”
He grinned. “I’ll do my best, my love, but vulsaurs don’t answer to me.”
The two security officers, a man and a woman in plain clothes, joined them in Vulsaur’s shuttle for the trip to Ashkar’s estate.
“I suppose your property is bristling with security,” Morgan said.
“There are fences. And security staff. Most have been with me for a long time, trusted operators blending in with the staff. They won’t be obtrusive.”
Morgan landed the shuttle on the drive outside the mansion’s front door. The place looked like a picture postcard of an idyllic winter scene. The house sat in a flat area in front of a mountain range with evergreen forests climbing up the foothills toward snow-capped peaks. A thick dusting of snow covered the roofs.
The scenery resembled Krystor, but this house wasn’t the confection of extravagance the Vesha Hai Sura favored. Its three-storied edifice looked almost like a fortress. Plain stone walls, tall, narrow windows, built to endure rather than impress. Manicured gardens edged the wide verandas and a solid portico led to the front doors.
Morgan jumped out of the shuttle onto the graveled drive and shivered.
The trouble with idyllic winter scenes was it was cold. And the wind cut like a knife. Going inside seemed like a great idea.
The door opened and a man came down the steps to greet Ravindra, offering a deep bow. “Admiral. It’s good to see you back with us. It has been too long.”
“Good to see you too, Dharma. Morgan, Dharma manages the estate.”
He was about forty, medium height, dressed in a neat black suit. And he had a nice smile.
“Welcome, suri. It’s a pleasure to meet you at last.”
He sounded genuine. “Nice to meet you, too. Please call me Morgan.” She rubbed her hands to get the circulation moving. “Is it warmer inside?”
Dharma smiled. “It is. This way, please.”
Morgan followed Ravindra into a foyer, then through into a large lounge, its ceiling crossed by exposed timber beams. Light filtered through tall, narrow windows, falling in long bands across the stone floor. A staircase in the corner no doubt led to the upper stories.
Armchairs were placed around low tables and a large display unit stood against one wall. A few family portraits hung on the walls, the men in uniform, the women in formal dress. The images could have come from a book showing changes in fashion over the generations. The room had history, a continuous presence over hundreds of years. It was very Ashkar. Which made sense, she supposed.
“Tullamarran will look after Morgan and me, Dharma. That will leave you more time to attend to our other guests. Has my mother arrived?”
“She has, Srimana. She… wishes to see you. As soon as you are comfortable.”
Ashkar laughed. “You left out immediately. I’ll see her when I’m ready.”
“Of course. You know where your suite is. And we have prepared rooms for Suri Selwood—”
Ashkar stopped, frowned. “You’ve done what?”
Dharma’s Adam’s apple bobbed. “On the east side. With lovely views of the—”
“Was this my mother’s idea?”
“Er… well…”
Morgan almost felt sorry for the man. This was His Admiralship expressing deepest disapproval, not easily endured.
“Dharma, Morgan is my consort. You will treat her as you would my wife. And let us not start with nonsense about separate bedrooms.”
The man nodded.
“Let me be very clear. My mother no longer has any say in this house. Treat her with respect, of course. But before you accept orders from her, make sure I agree.”
“As you order, Srimana.”
Morgan swallowed a grin and wondered if he’d be any different out of uniform. Who was she kidding? She’d learned a long time ago that you could take the man out of the uniform but you couldn’t take the admiral out of the man.
Probably to underline his point, Ravindra put his arm around her for the short trip to the master suite on the first floor.
The suite itself was what she expected. Sparse, efficient, everything placed with purpose. A sitting room with a sofa and two armchairs shared space with a dining table. One wall was given over to a view screen, currently set to display the snow-capped mountains beyond the house, their upper slopes disappearing into low cloud. In the bedroom a large, quilt-covered bed flanked by nightstands stood in the center. The wardrobes were built in and a door led to a well-equipped washroom.
Morgan waited until the security people had done their job and left.
“Did you and your wife have separate bedrooms?”
“Yes.”
Good grief. “We’d never manage that.”
“We do that on Vidhvansaka. When you sleep in your own quarters.”
She snorted. “Which only happens when you’re away from the ship.”
Laughing, he held out his hand. “Time to meet my mother. While I’m still in uniform.”
“Must I? She wants to see you, not me.”
“She wants to see the alien female who has twisted my brain.” He beckoned. “Yes, you must.”
Morgan sighed. ‘Must’ meant an order.
The guest suite occupied the other end of the first floor. Ashkar gave a perfunctory knock and walked into a comfortable sitting room. A couch and three chairs in matching fabric were grouped around a low table. The wall screen showed the same view of the mountains as Ashkar’s, snow-covered peaks fading into cloud. A single framed image sat on a side table, a lovely young woman captured in an unguarded moment, her lips curved in a smile. The photograph felt less like decoration and more like remembrance, placed there deliberately for the duration of the visit. Ashkar had a sister. Maybe it was her.
Ashkar’s mother sat on the couch. She had the same amber eyes as Ashkar, the same arrogance in what was still a beautiful face. She clearly dyed her hair, a hint of grey visible at the roots. Her eyebrows arched as she gazed at her son after she’d afforded Morgan a dismissive glance.
“I had hoped to speak with you alone, Ashkar.”
He sat in one of the chairs, indicated to Morgan to do the same. Yep, she doesn’t like me. Snap. I don’t like her either. But there wasn’t much doubt where most of Ravindra came from.
“Nothing you want to say cannot be said in Morgan’s presence. By the way, Mother, this is Morgan Selwood, my consort. My mother, Kamala.”
Morgan offered a sketch of a bow. Polite, but only just.
Kamala’s lips pursed.
Morgan swallowed the grin. Does she think she’s going to intimidate me? This was going to be more fun than she’d imagined. “You can call me Morgan. Everybody does. What do I call you?”
“Hai Suri.”
“Okay. The Vesha princesses are keen on that, too.”
Morgan noted the twinkle in Ashkar’s eyes. Sad, really. He clearly didn’t like his mother much. He’d probably had an ordinary childhood despite all that wealth.
“You’ve spoken to Nalini?” he said.
“Huh. I have. You need to talk to her. She has idiotic notions about her binding.”
Ashkar scratched his temple. “In what respect?”
“She doesn’t like her betrothed.”
That sounded interesting. How would he react to that?
He shrugged. “It hardly matters.”
His mother nodded. “I told her that.”
That’s idiotic. But she’d talk to him later, not with his mother wishing her dead.
Kamala smiled. “I’m looking forward to seeing Sunil. He arrives this evening, with his betrothed. He’s a good boy and doing well at the academy. It will be nice to meet Trisha Peshwar. She comes from an excellent Darya family.” She shot Morgan a venomous look, then turned back to her son.
“And speaking of binding, it’s time you found yourself a suitable Darya wife.” She glowered at Morgan. “Instead of—”
Morgan grinned. “Instead of a wicked alien female?”
“Perhaps if I could find a suitable Darya woman who can leave me speechless with her brilliance and can screw like a—”
“Ashkar! There is no need to be coarse.”
Morgan smothered the laugh. He was being deliberately provocative. And Kamala’s glower would have sub-lieutenants quaking in their boots.
“Mother, Morgan is human, not alien. And I love her. Get used to it.”
“Then bind her to you. It’s disgraceful.”
“Is it? I know my father had mistresses.”
She frowned, looked away. “But he also had a Darya wife.”
Wow. Talk about keeping up appearances. But… it was none of Morgan’s business.
Ashkar reached over and patted his mother’s hand. “Of course he did. We’ll see you at dinner.” He rose, drew Morgan to her feet and left the room with his arm around her, his hand scandalously low.
*
Ashkar took off his uniform and put on casual black trousers and a white shirt. Morgan managed not to drool. He noticed, a glint in his eyes.
“Later, my love. I have to talk business with Dharma. Amuse yourself as best you can.”
“I might take a walk outside, breathe some fresh air. Wearing a coat.”
His brows lowered. “Not too far. And you will have an escort.”
Of course. She bowed. “Srimana.”
He crossed the room in a stride, caught her chin in his fingers, and lifted. “Behave yourself.” He brushed her lips with his. “A small down payment. Take care.” He left the room.
Dressed in pants, a roll-necked sweater, and carrying her jacket and gloves, Morgan presented to security. “I want to go for a walk. Who’s coming with me?”
Raina stood. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Morgan was getting used to her. Raina was a shade taller than her and one of SenComm Prasad’s operatives, skilled with weapons and unarmed combat, and committed to looking after Morgan whether she liked it or not.
“It’s going to be cold,” Morgan said.
Raina nodded. “I’ve come equipped. Just a moment.”
She returned wearing a waterproof coat and solid boots, matching Morgan’s outfit. “They say the weather will hold for a while.”
Morgan went out the back door and walked away from the house down a gravel path between neat patches which she expected would be filled with vegetables and herbs in the right season. Now they were covered in snow. A gardener gave them a nod and a smile as they passed.
“Security?” Morgan asked.
“Yes.” Raina glanced around as she walked. “Nice garden. Or at least, it will be in summer.”
“Yeah. Do you come from somewhere cold?”
“You can find cold on any inhabited planet. But I grew up in middle latitudes near the ocean, so warm most of the year. This is new for me.”
“Yeah, me too.”
“Where are we going?” Raina asked.
“I want a closer look at the mountains. Maybe I’ll see a vulsaur.”
“What’s a vulsaur?”
Morgan put her arms out and flapped. “A great big flying thing. Native to here and quite rare.”
Raina talked to somebody on her sanvad. She moved left, toward a path under the trees. “This is supposed to lead to a great vantage point.”
Apart from an occasional evergreen, the trees stretched bare branches into a leaden sky. An uneven rocky path wound between the trunks. Morgan tried to keep to the stones but sometimes she had to resort to the grey mud. The silence was broken only by the sound of their boots on the path. It was unnerving but it certainly beat slogging through the jungle on Krystor, and here under the trees the wind was less intrusive.
Morgan was breathing heavily when they reached a rocky outcrop with a view across the foothills. A distant lake glittered, with the peaks beyond covered in cloud. It was beautiful, reminiscent of the mountains on Krystor. Except none of these glowed red, like the volcano Mount Kali.
Below her in the forest something moved. She zoomed in. A figure wearing a green, hooded jacket. Nalini? Someone else appeared a few steps behind her.
“Is that Nalini?” she asked.
“You’ve got good eyes.” Raina conducted a conversation on her sanvad. Yes, that was Nalini with a guard.
A flicker of movement showed between the trees below them. Morgan frowned.
Nalini and her guard picked their way along the lower path, and a small drone hovered above the slope behind them. It shifted sideways as the pair passed behind a stand of trees.
“Is that one of yours?” she asked. “The drone behind them.”
Raina peered, following her gaze. “I don’t think so. I’ll check.” She called the house. “Not ours.”
“I think we’ll take a look at it.”
Morgan concentrated and found the faint stream of data passing between the drone and whoever controlled it. The encryption was better than she’d expected, but the drone still had to accept commands. She slipped one into the sequence, then blocked the controller from sending anything else.
The machine jerked, dropped below the branches, and settled onto the slope behind Nalini and her guard.
“Get them to collect it and bring it back to the house.”
Raina contacted Nalini’s guard, who loped back to pick up the drone.
“He’ll bring it to the house.” Raina put her hand on Morgan’s arm. “We should be getting back. That’s snow over the lake.”
She was right. The mountains and the lake had almost disappeared.
“At least it’s downhill,” Morgan said, setting off.
They had to run the last few meters as the snow enveloped them, reducing the house to a ghostly outline. Had Nalini returned in time? She asked Raina the question. Yes, she had.
Morgan stripped off her heavy jacket in a room just inside the back door and handed it to an attendant. Voices drifted. Dharma talking to new arrivals? Yes. She grinned as she approached them. It wasn’t hard to guess who they were.
The young man wasn’t as tall as his father, but the resemblance was unmistakable, with the same chiseled features. He smiled when he saw her, offering a respectful bow.
“Suri Selwood.”
“Sunil Ravindra.” She bowed to him. “Please call me Morgan.” She turned to the young woman. “And you would be Trisha Peshwar.” Youngest of Admiral Peshwar’s four children, she looked like her father. She wore her hair tied back from her face and her eyes sparkled with warmth.
Trisha laughed. “My father has described you well. I am honored to meet you.”
Ashkar appeared from wherever he’d been, ranging alongside her. Both the young people bowed. “Srimana.”
“Admiral will do. You’re looking well, Sunil.” He turned to Trisha. “I am pleased to welcome you here. Your father speaks highly of you.”
“You’re kind. He asked me to convey his regards to you and…” she chuckled, “to use his words, your lovely lady.”
Ashkar settled his hand on Morgan’s waist. “He’s a good friend.”
This was certainly different. Maybe there was something in this Darya clan marriage system after all. So many people were simply in awe of Ashkar. This young woman wasn’t. She was respectful, but not starstruck. And she spoke well, instantly relating to Morgan. Yes, impressive. And Ashkar’s response to her remark? That was more about ownership, an instinctive response to Admiral Peshwar, not his daughter. Hands off. She’s mine.
“Where has my mother told you to accommodate Sunil and Trisha, Dharma?” Ashkar asked.
The manager licked his lips. “She suggested that Trisha should use a guest room on the second floor. Nalini and Sunil use their own rooms. Does that meet with your approval?”
Oh sure. Morgan could see that working. Judging by their body language Sunil and Trisha had already tried bedroom gymnastics. Still, separate rooms would probably meet with Grandmother’s approval.
Ashkar nodded. “That will do.” But she caught the twinkle in his eye.
“You know where to go, Sunil. We’ll see you at dinner.”
The two young people went away but Ashkar led her to Dharma’s office, where he sat in one of the visitor’s chairs.
“Dharma, it occurs to me that my mother might have arranged some engagements for me?”
The man sighed. “She has. It’s expected you’ll attend the Governor’s Sunturn ball with your mother.”
“Understood. What else?”
“Dinner at Captain Davaskar’s home.”
Morgan shot a glance at Ashkar. “Hari?”
“His father, my uncle. Is Morgan invited?”
Dharma looked pained. “No.”
“Contact him and tell him Morgan will be with me. Although I expect he will have realized that.”
“He called me himself, Srimana. He was adamant.”
Ashkar’s nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed. “I’ll deal with it. What else?”
“You and your mother are invited to afternoon tea at Hai Sur Chindeep’s house.”
“Me and my mother.” Ashkar grinned. “I see. Morgan, it seems you’re not invited to that, either.”
You’ll insist, won’t you?
“I’ll try not to be disappointed.”
“You’ll be accompanying me.”
What a surprise.
Still, he had insisted that she bring clothes to suit some of these events.
“Anything else?” Ashkar asked.
“There are several other invitations. The most important is the Governor’s Solstice reception in Shantir. Everyone of note will attend. Including the local militia, of course.”
Ashkar scowled. “As well as the ball? Oh well. I suppose we’d better go. It would be churlish to refuse. When is it?”
“Five days from now, four days before the ball.”
That would be another one where Morgan wouldn’t have a say. This being famous thing had its downsides.
“What else do you have?”
Dharma rattled off several names that meant nothing to Morgan.
Ashkar agreed to one and told Dharma to decline the rest.
Dharma made notes, then took a deep breath. “Srimana… we’ve had requests from the local media for interviews. For both of you.”
“No. We had enough of the media on Mahanadi. Make sure security knows.”
Dharma smiled. “We’ve increased guards on the outer perimeter. We’ve already seen off one woman posing as a hiker and shot down a drone.”
“Excellent,” Ashkar said.
“Speaking of drones, Raina and I saw one following Nalini in the woods,” Morgan said.
Ashkar’s expression froze. “What?”
“I brought it down. Her guard brought it back to the house. I’ll take a look at it.” She kicked herself. She should probably have mentioned that before they discussed dinner invitations.
He pointed, instantly in admiral mode. “Do it now. I want a report.”
Morgan forced herself not to smile. “Srimana.”
He came with her to the guard room and watched while she interrogated the device.
“It was remotely controlled, which was fortunate. The command channel gave me a way in. If it had been operating autonomously, bringing it down would have been much harder,” she said as she removed the data it held.
“Hmm. It has footage of the estate and seems to have followed Nalini. It shows her arriving, and the walk in the woods. There’s a serial number and a maker. Let’s see what I can find out.”
She entered the broader network, found the manufacturer’s registration record, and followed the sale through a distribution warehouse to the retailer. “Somebody called Dana Ledecki bought it three months ago.” She chuckled. “Dana Ledecki works for a women’s magazine. I’d say best guess is she’s creating an article on the famous admiral and his family.”
Ashkar glowered. “If anybody targets my family, I’ll personally tear them limb from limb.”
“I suppose it’s possible, Ashkar, but it doesn’t look like the sort of footage an assassin would be gathering. In fact, if it was me…” Morgan didn’t say the rest. He would join the dots himself. “Look, I think it’s innocent enough.”
His jaw set and his nostrils flared. “It’s an invasion of privacy. And I do not like the idea that somebody out there is targeting my children. For whatever reason.” He turned on Dharma. “Looks like at least one got through your security.”
The man swallowed. “I’m sorry.”
“It stayed below the trees,” Morgan said. “That’s probably why your people didn’t see it.”
“Even so. Increase surveillance. Any drone activity is to be reported. Bring down anything that enters the estate without authorization. Get onto that immediately.”
Dharma bowed. “Srimana.”
Morgan put her hand on Ashkar’s arm. “We need to set up better surveillance, Ashkar. Maybe deploy our own drones to intercept intruders.”
“Do we have anything like that, Dharma?”
“No, Srimana. We have drones but nothing that can intercept. It was never necessary in the past.”
“Show me what you’ve got,” Morgan said.
Dharma brought out a box of drones. Morgan switched one on.
“These have defensive lasers, but they’re restricted to low power. I can override the limit and alter the targeting software. They’ll challenge anything entering the estate’s airspace and disable any drone they can’t identify.”
“Can you do that safely?” Ashkar asked.
“I’ll restrict their firing arcs. Nothing aimed towards the house, the ground, or beyond the estate boundary. They’ll only fire when they have a clear angle towards open sky. Otherwise, they’ll maneuver until they do. I’ll give ours encrypted identification keys. The patrol drones will issue a random challenge. Anything that can’t return the correct response will be treated as an intruder.”
“How long will that take you?”
“It won’t take long. I can do them as a batch.”
Ashkar nodded. “Do it now.”
He sat beside her as she worked, watching her every move.
She smiled at him. “That’s thirty. Ten on patrol, ten charging, ten in reserve.” She turned to Dharma. “Rotate them regularly. I expect you vary the patrol patterns?”
“Of course, suri,” Dharma said.
“If you bring any down, keep them for me, okay?”
His lips twitched. “Of course. And thank you.”
*
Ashkar took Morgan’s arm and walked away. “I’d best talk to my uncle.”
“What’s that about?” Morgan asked as they returned to their suite.
“My uncle is set in his ways. You’ll have noticed it with Hari.”
“I did, yes. But he came round eventually.”
“With you, yes. Because he saw what you are, in action. And us together. But not Prasad and Jirra. Their relationship was always a step too far. And his father is much more hardline.”
Morgan stared at him. “And you want me to go there and meet him? Can I make that an absolutely not? It’s bad enough with your mother. I tend not to go where I’m not wanted, Ashkar.” She sat in a chair. “You can go with your mom. I’ll spar with Tullamarran or something.”
Ashkar’s chin lifted and his eyes narrowed. “Hari’s mother is my father’s sister. I suspect she will have a different point of view. But… we shall see.”
He took out his sanvad and selected a contact. Sangay Davaskar’s image appeared on the room’s display, an older man with grim features, his lips twitching in a semblance of a smile. Morgan noted the resemblance to Hari Davaskar, who had accompanied them on their trip to Coalition space.
“Ashkar. I’m looking forward to seeing you at dinner tomorrow.”
“Morgan will be with me.”
The smile disappeared. “Come on your own.”
“Why?”
Sangay frowned, licked his lips. “She’s not Manesai, Ashkar.”
“Does that matter?”
“Yes. It does.”
“Surely Hari has told you about Morgan?”
“Yes. An exceptional pilot. More of a machine than a woman as I understand it. Find yourself a suitable Darya wife, Ashkar.”
“You might change your mind if you met her.”
“No.” He conjured up something that looked like a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“If Morgan is not welcome, I will not attend.”
Davaskar scowled. “If that’s how it is, so be it. If there’s nothing else?”
“Please give my regards to Aunt Selma.”
“I’ll do that. Goodbye.”
The call ended.
“Charming,” Morgan said.
“Huh. He’s a fool.” Ashkar scratched his temple. “I had hoped Hari could talk to him. If he did, his father wasn’t listening. I’m sorry.”
Morgan shrugged. “I don’t care. I’ve had this all my life. People fear what they don’t understand.”
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