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had given the King’s sons. They came to her almost instantly. “Rugoff? Benedikt? Egill?”
    “Rugoff.” His voice sounded cautious, but full of hope. He pointed toward his chest and repeated the name. Her gaze ran from his hand down to where his hard cock still jutted out. It seemed to grow even thicker and her mouth watered.
    It wouldn’t be easy but she needed to forget the physical attraction she felt and realize that the fairy tale the woman had told her was the truth, and that somehow she’d slipped right into the middle of it. Things like this didn’t happen, did they?
    She pinched herself, yelping as the pain spread through her arm. Then she laughed, hysterical laughter that threatened to steal her breath for good. When she finally got control of herself, she looked at him again. He stood in the same place, his gaze one of extreme confusion.
    Venise supposed she couldn’t blame him. After all, how many times did a woman laugh uncontrollably while a naked man stood in front of her.
    “Well, isn’t this fun? You Rugoff, me Venise.” She held out her arms to indicate the room they were in. “And this is hell.”
     
    How in the name of Odin did she know his name? And his brothers’ names, too? She wasn’t the gift of the gods that he thought she was. She was obviously an emissary of the witch who had sent him here.
    She thought he hadn’t suffered enough, so she sent this woman to remind him what he couldn’t have, to reinforce what he’d lost.
    He stomped across the floor, not caring that she moved away from him, obviously trying to get to the far corner of the bed before he got to her. His blood boiled in his veins as he drew nearer to her.
    Was his fervor caused by the fact the sheet had slipped, giving him another glimpse of her creamy flesh, the beautiful curves that would mold with him perfectly as he thrust into her soft, warm body? Or was it because, as he suspected, she was sent by the witch to further torment him?
    “Agent of Loki! He sent you here to deepen my anguish! Is it not enough that I feel anger every day with my father? Is it…” He stopped at the edge of the bed, staring up at her. The horror he’d seen on her face yesterday has returned. Her hands shook and if her eyes widened any more he feared they would pop out of her head.
    He took a step back, trying to get his rage under control. Screaming wouldn’t help anything. He had to find a way to bind her, and that wouldn’t be easy with one of Loki’s kind. They had all sorts of tricks they could play. He had to…
    She shot by him so fast he staggered. Pain soared through him as her fist slammed into his mouth. A second fist landed on his nose and even more pain shot through his head. The room spun. He grabbed out for something, catching the edge of the bed as he fell, the top half of his body landing on the soft down, his knees hitting the hard floor.
    Rugoff shook his head, trying to shake off the sensation that seemed to radiate through his whole body. He stood and fell back on the bed, his gaze focusing on the woman as she wrapped the covering around herself before running toward the door.
    “Oh no you don’t!” He ignored the fact his head swum and stood. Letting her go was not an option. He overtook her in seconds, wrapping his arms around her waist and wrestling her to the floor, rolling until she was on her back, her arms pinned to her sides by his legs.
    He’d show this agent of the evil one exactly what he thought of her. Her curves were meant to entice him, to throw him off guard and forget that nothing could be trusted, not even his own father.
    He’d kill her, then tomorrow, he’d ask the spirit who provided his food to take her body to Loki as a warning. He may be a prisoner here, but he was still not one to be trifled with.
    The witch wiggled under him and his traitorous cock responded by throbbing with need. It rubbed against her belly and he reached for her throat, intent on blocking her air, therefore