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for herself, she’d be able to discover things and draw her own conclusions. She’d never been one to have things handed to her. It was why she’d come to Norway in the first place.
    With modern technology, she could have done all her interviews via e-mail. But she’d wanted to see the people face-to-face, be able to conduct a proper interview. She’d interview the man who’d brought her here but first she’d look around to see what she could find out.
    She stepped out of the bed and put her feet on the floor, cold seeping into her toes and shooting up her legs. Her naked legs, which matched her—she looked under the fur she held to her breasts—totally nude body. The bastard had undressed her.
    “You son of a bitch!” The man on the floor bolted to his feet, throwing off the furs and revealing the fact that he, too, was totally naked. His cock lay soft between his legs, until his gaze fastened on her; and then it started to rise.
    “Oh no you don’t!” She pointed at his crotch. “Put that, that… thing away and bring me my clothes, this instant!”
    His frown downright pissed her off. “Don’t you stand there and act as if you don’t understand me.” She clutched the bedding closer to her body. “Bring.
Me.
My. Clothes.”
    He took a step toward the bed and she crouched on the bed, scooting closer to the wall that served as a headboard, which wasn’t the smartest move she’d ever made. It left her with no escape route if he decided to attack her.
    “Is there a problem with your hearing?” He opened his mouth as if to answer her, then closed it without uttering a sound. “Listen, buster, I’m not sure what the hell is going on here, but if you and the old lady are playing some trick on me, you can kiss my ass.”
    The look he gave her was one of sheer confusion and she knew it confirmed her idea that he hadn’t expected to find her here. And it was obvious he didn’t understand one word of English.
    There was one way to confirm that once and for all.
    “What is your name?”
    He opened his mouth again, but once again, nothing came out.
    “Let’s make this easy, shall we? Do you know the phrase Me Tarzan, you Jane?” Venise hoped her smile lessened the sting of her tone. She pointed at her chest. “I’m Venise, and you are?” She pointed at him.
    He shook his head, then turned his gaze toward an empty table in the middle of the room. Confusion swept over his face and Venise laughed.
    “I know exactly how you feel. Nothing is making much sense to me right now. Shall we try it again? I’m Venise, and you’re…?”
    There was a swooshing sound, as if someone wearing long skirts was inching across the stone floor. Venise watched in fascination as a plate of food appeared on the table; another soon joined it, then another and another.
    Venise’s mouth dropped open as the man walked to the table and picked up a slice of bread, offering it in her direction. He still stood naked, his cock fully erect now. She couldn’t help but look at it, long and thick as it was. He was larger than either of her two lovers, that was for sure.
    Neither of them had looked as masculine, or as appealing, as the man standing in front of her. She looked him up and down, her hands holding the covering close to her breasts. This really was too much.
    The sight of the naked aroused man offering her food was too much. Venise burst into laughter. The wounded look that came over his face made her stutter, and cover her mouth.
    “I’m sorry, it’s not you. You’re magnificent, to say the least. I mean, truly you are, it’s just, this is…” she stopped short as Mrs. Westergard’s words played back in her mind. “King Gunnmarr had three sons. Sons that were banished to the core of the Earth.”
    “Gunnmarr.” The deep voice startled her and she cleared her throat, trying to give herself time to come to terms with what she knew was reality.
    “Which one are you?” She racked her brain for the names the woman