::Look at me, Pa Channa,:: a voice whispered.
Did he whisper? Did I hear that? Oh my God! He didn’t speak, his lips didn’t move. I’m not going to panic, I’m not going to panic, she repeated over and over in her mind like a mantra. I will not panic. I’m a physician, a scientist. I will not panic.
The man was half naked and wore armbands.
''Who are you? What kind of place is this? How long have I been here? I have to leave. I have to get up. Where the hell am I? Am I dead?''
Wake up now, Anya, she told herself sternly, thinking that it must be a dream.
She closed her eyes, opened them again. He was still half naked, and still had armbands. She panicked and began to struggle, banging her arms on the golden chest, fingers catching on the light brush of hair arcing over his pecs. The giant
