We pulled directly into an underground parking structure. The driver came around and opened the door. Cordus helped me out. I didn’t want to touch him, but I pretty much had to — my dress made it hard to get up without falling.

Grant was waiting at the elevator to key us up to the penthouse. The damned thing rose as slowly as it had the last time. I swear it took five minutes. As we stood there, Cordus turned and looked me up and down. Very thoroughly. My pulse shot up, and I blushed. He didn’t say anything.

The elevator opened on Williams, who seemed to be standing guard. Again with the all black. He glanced at my flushed face. His upper lip lifted slightly.

Is he sneering at me?

Like any of this was my fault! Anger coursed through me. I balled my hands up and glared at him.

Cordus didn’t seem to notice Williams’s lack of either manners or white clothing. He just nodded at him and walked by. Fuming, I followed.

Andy was at the coat check, and Theo was in the living room, unobtrusively watching from a corner. I saw Hank and Kristin circulating with drinks and hors d’oeuvre.

There were far fewer Seconds present than last time — sixteen, by my count. Most looked familiar from the circuit I’d made with Cordus the last time. I was relieved not to see Innin, the tiny woman who’d wanted to trade Florida for me.

A green man was lounging on one of the couches. I thought it might be the same one who’d been present at my last visit. As before, the brilliant color mechanism of its skin — scales, maybe? — was all active, so that it glittered like green tinsel. Horrifyingly, Cordus put his arm out for me and headed in that direction.

He stopped to speak with several other Seconds on the way, but all too soon he settled me on the couch across from the green man and sat down beside me.

“We greet you with honor, Gnaeus Cornelius Marci Filius Cordus,” it said in a raspy voice, licking its lips with a dry gray tongue.

Cordus answered it with a long string of sound that must’ve been its name, and the two began to converse.

I studied the thing. What the hell was a green man, anyway? I couldn’t imagine how I’d ever looked at the small, stooped, naked figure in my picture and seen a human being. The creature in front of me was more reptilian than human. It had no nose and a long, skinny neck with a pronounced kink. Its arms were strangely long and bumpy. And how had I missed all those claws? Each was more than an inch long and shaped like a talon.

I shuddered, remembering what they could do to flesh.