Stealing Energy

Eman was confused, but he didn't say anything. He was experienced enough to keep his thoughts to himself.

The door was going to open, and Bandora wouldn't offer an explanation. If he wanted to know something, he would depend on his eyes and other senses.

Other people might tell the truth or lie. Who could tell?

Even if he knew someone was lying, he would still be affected by it. He only trusted what he saw. That was Eman's belief.

"Come in," said a calm voice.

It sounded rather young. The youthfulness and the calmness blended perfectly.

Who could this man be?

Eman was perplexed.

Closing his eyes, he searched his memory but couldn't find anyone with such a special voice. Some people's voices were similar to this one, but they couldn't possibly show up here.

Bandora had to knock on the door first before going in. Only a handful of people could make her do that. The man had to be as respectable as Bandora, if not more.