The booming voice woke me from another strange dream, then I realized they hadn’t been dreams at all. I was bound, lying near the foot of a huge bed. My blindfold had shifted so I could peek from beneath the fabric. “Where’s my brother? Oren!” the man bellowed. I caught a glimpse of his muscular chest as he turned away from me and walked toward his bedroom door. From my vantage point, he seemed huge, with wide shoulders and upper arms bigger than my thighs. He wore only a pair of black pants, his brown chest bare. I noticed his shoulder-length hair was wet. “Oren!” he shouted again. A heavyset man in a wheel chair appeared in the next room. I couldn’t see his face because the muscle man was blocking most of the doorway. “What are you shouting about, Dimitri?” The other man asked calmly. There was something odd about the way he spoke that I couldn’t put my finger on. “I came out of my shower and found that on my bed. Is this your doing?” That?
