Benedict woke with a strange lightheadedness. For a moment he didn’t know where he was. Couldn’t recall anything. He lay on a bed. When he tried to sit up, he realized his arms were restrained.
“You’re awake.”
Benedict tugged at the shackles locked to his wrists. It started to come back to him. Samson and the others were escorting him home and then…
“Fight all you want, you can’t get out of those.”
Lord, he was naked, too. Benedict stared at his bare flesh, lit by what seemed to be dozens of wall sconces. Yet where was the voice coming from?
“You might be a little dizzy still. It takes some adjustment to come back from that particular spell.”
Benedict blinked, and his head hurt. Spell? Then he really had been shrunk? And his men…Had they been killed?
“I’m not going to hurt you, your
