He shoved at Fain.

In response, Fain arched a disbelieving brow. “If you weren’t stitched, kiran…”

Unperturbed by the threat, Dancer sat back. “Fain actually has the guest house as his. He’s not homeless or abandoned.”

“But I rarely use it. Never wanted to chance running into family there.”

After a few minutes, they pulled into a massive garage that led to its own landing bay where Dancer had three fighters and one small freighter docked. He also owned a sleek city transport and two airbikes.

She blinked at Dancer. “Someone likes his toys.”

Syn let out an evil laugh. “Oh, just wait till you meet his house.”

“Pardon?”

His only answer was another creepy laugh as he got out and led the way.

When they neared the door, Dancer pulled her to a stop. “Let me get you entered into the system so that you can come and go as you wish.”

She didn’t know what he meant until he stood her in the doorway to be scanned. “Biolocks on the thresholds?”

Dancer nodded. “And windows. Anyone who’s unauthorized who tries to access the house gets stunned senseless.”

That was impressive and painful.

“Then Dancer kills them,” Fain said sardonically as he entered the house first.

“Good evening, Fain. I see you, Syn, and our new unnamed entry have decided to join Hauk. Are we having a party? Should I cue music and order food?”

Sumi turned to see an exquisitely beautiful Andarion female hologram in the foyer. Dressed in the deep burgundy color that marked the War Hauk clan and in a gown that showed off an unbelievably curvaceous body, she had her long black hair pulled back into a silken ponytail that fell to her waist. Her gown was so sheer, Sumi wasn’t sure why Dancer bothered to clothe the hologram at all. A stab of vicious jealousy and a feeling of gross inadequacy went through her as she realized this must be Dancer’s ideal of what a female should look like.

And it wasn’t her – in any shape, form, and definitely not in fashion sense. Something that was corroborated by the uncomfortable looks both Syn and Fain passed to her and Dancer. Not to mention the oh-shit expression on Dancer’s face as he no doubt rethought the hologram’s wardrobe. “No party, Eleron. They’re… uh, just here to watch over me.”

Her face lit up immediately with joy as she saw him behind Fain. “Welcome home, Hauk. I’ve missed you terribly. Where have you been? You should have called and told me when to expect you back. Or at least left me a message.”