Lehman?" Joy said. The word sounded familiar. "What does that mean?"
Inq shrugged as she considered the overhead lights. "A human who has been chosen by one of our kind. Confidante, contact, significant ... "
"Slave," Ink said dully.
"What?" Joy snapped.
"Or lover," Inq added. "It loses something in translation.

Author: Dawn Metcalf