“Pa Channa, Pa Channa, you must wake now and eat something.”
Anya awoke again with a start. She looked to her right toward the voice and was confronted by the biggest, most beautiful man she had ever seen. Large, troubled, emerald eyes with gold flecks scanned her body. She felt a draft and looked down to discover she was naked under a gauze-like golden sheet, soft as silk but too sheer for modesty. Two strong, muscled arms pulled her into sitting position. The room was immense, decorated in a combination of medieval castle and sultan suite. Golden sheers hung from a ceiling frame surrounding seven hand-painted tiles. The gauze wrapped sinuously over four ornately carved posts tied with braided metallic ropes. Anya kept searching the room, consciously avoiding the man in front of her. The
