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have looked like a polar bear cub. He stood with the well
wrapped woman clutched against his chest. “There is nothing else here for us.
It’s time to head home.”
    Almost as one, the men left the iceberg and
took to the skies for their long flight home. They were all dressed in black
and looked like a flowing dark cloud against the now quiet skies. Ursus would
follow at her own pace. Right now Tavish sensed her frustration and pain.
Tavish released her to hunt her favorite blood—male polar bears. She deserved
it. The angst of a vampire was the memories, even a polar bear vampire. They
never forgot—anything.
    * * * *
    Mercy drifted into consciousness. Her gaze
wandered around the beautiful room she was in, her eyes blinking. Everything
was unfamiliar, clean and sweet smelling. It’s
so bright . Sunlight danced across the floor. A floor not made of ice but
shiny wood. Objects she had never seen before stood against walls. The thing
she was lying on was unfamiliar and soft. It was up off the ground, not a bed
made over indented ice filled with furs. In fact, in the room there was not a
fur to be seen.
    A spiny green thing sat under a square opening
that allowed sun in the room. The green thing was odd, somewhat like dead kelp
but not dead—it sat in a brown, thick substance. Colorful fish swam round in a
huge bowl. Mercy gaped at them; she had never seen live fish. Their tails
swished back and forth, and Mercy marveled at the ingeniousness of their
physical construction.
    So that’s how they
move.
    Curiously, she sat up. The covers pooled at her
waist and Mercy looked down and gasped in dismay. It was a rarity to see her
breasts. But there they were. High, white and round with
darker-colored nipples. For just a second, she was tempted to touch one.
Surely she must be dreaming? It was forbidden—even in dreams, to touch herself.
Lower, she searched until she watched her toes wiggle and realized her entire
body was nude. Complete nudity was forbidden. Her father would be furious, he
would beat her again.
    Father is dead.
    No, she wasn’t dreaming. Mercy was as certain
of his death as she was of her mother’s. But where was this place? The last
thing she remembered was falling into an ice cave. She had been wet and frozen.
She had been dying. Who had saved her? Mercy looked around for her clothing.
There was nothing of her furs. She lay between engaging quilted sheets. She
knew of quilted sheets, her mother had had just one. But
nothing as fine as this. She ran her hand over the texture, enjoying its
feel. Blue, she knew the color was blue.
    A new startling fact came to her. She was warm,
even nude. Warmer than she had ever felt in her entire life. Oddly, no fire blazed. There was no smell of oil burning or the sharp scent of
ice and snow that had filled her lungs since birth. In her iceberg home, there
was always a hearty stew boiling. She could detect no food. None of the scents
invading her nostrils was familiar.
    A throat cleared and Mercy yelped , she scooted back under the covers, fisting them under her
chin. From a dark corner emerged a man. He wore black pants, black foot
coverings and a black shirt. None of his strange clothing was vaguely familiar.
His thick, dark as night hair touched his shoulders. His nose was neither too
flat nor too sharp. His jaw was fine and strong. His chest was broad, but Mercy
was used to men always dressed in thick layers of fur. Because of that, he
looked smaller than the men she was used to so she wasn’t as intimidated. Yet,
the garments he wore outlined heavy muscles, thick powerful arms were bare; she
wasn’t used to seeing the actual outline of a man. He was intriguing and oh-so
handsome. Mercy felt her face burn with the thought; it was forbidden.
    Clear blue eyes were locked onto her. In his
attire she was able to see his hips, his waist, his muscular legs. An odd bulge in the front of his pants caught her attention
briefly. Nothing was emphasized by the illusory bulk.