Triple Dog Dare [Triple Trouble 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton Read Free Book Online

of the other cockatrice know about the blood oath. They’d turn on their own kin for an advantage, much less a wolf shifter.
    He was still no closer to finding the Tablet of Trammel than he’d been decades earlier. The Tablet would put him squarely in the driver’s seat. Either it would give him the power he needed over the cockatrice, or he could ransom it to them for enough money to leave him set for a long, long time.
    When it was obvious he needed to cool things for a while with the cockatrice, at least until those stupid dragons and their witchy Seer woman quit looking so hard for him, he’d refocused his energies on fulfilling the blood oath the old-fashioned way, through detective work. Rodolfo Abernathy wouldn’t tolerate being stymied for much longer. Marston had been getting warnings from Abernathy that if he dragged his feet too long, he’d simply take it out of Marston’s hide.
    And Marston was rather fond of his hide, as old as it was.
    Maybe he shouldn’t have killed Charles and Ellie Lyall. Maybe he should have let Pardie hook up with them. Then he could have grabbed the baby at some point. But he’d panicked, worried they’d tell their damn sons or get Maureen hidden so well he couldn’t track her down. He knew then that the baby Maureen carried had to be a girl. Why else go on the run and hide?
    How was he to know Liam wouldn’t go back to his mate? It’d seemed like a good idea at the time. But he’d cursed his luck when he watched Liam get on the plane to Ontario the next evening.
    Alone.
    He’d thought the damn dragon Seer he’d killed in Yellowstone would answer his questions about where Liam’s damn bitch pup was, or if there even was one. It’d taken him forever to find out who Liam’s mate was and work out her family line to find out who she was related to. Since Liam’s mate was related to the dragons a ways back, it made sense.
    The dragon Seer was a weak, old woman. It was his dumb luck she hadn’t cared if he killed her. What kind of sick person wanted to die?
    He hadn’t wanted to kill the shifters’ mates. Beheading was messy and a lot of work. But he needed information and apparently the only way to get it anymore was the surefire old-fashioned way—brute force.
    Unfortunately, they didn’t give him any more information than he already had. No one knew where Liam Pardie had disappeared to, or even if he was still alive. They had no knowledge about his pup, either.
    Now he was stuck here in this cow town in the middle of nowhere, Florida. He looked around his crappy hotel room, the third he’d had in as many weeks. So far, he’d managed to escape the notice of other shifters. He didn’t know which shifters were allies of the Lyalls and had to assume they all were. Getting his hands on Elain Pardie wasn’t going to be an easy task, but it would, at least, get Rodolfo off his ass once and for all so he could get back to hunting for the Tablet.
    And coming up with the Tablet of Trammel would bump him to the top of the damn shifter food chain for good.
    Damn blood oath anyway. He hadn’t asked for this responsibility. Dumb luck of parentage stuck him with it. Why should he have to be the one to uphold it? Then again, he was lucky Rodolfo Abernathy hadn’t slit his throat over his gambling debts when he had the chance. He’d finally gotten those paid off a few decades ago and was careful not to become indebted to them again any more than he already was by the blood oath.
    He’d head back out tomorrow and do some more scouting. Maybe he could follow her around enough to catch her alone.

Chapter Five
     
    Micah barely stirred. He’d considered getting out of bed and warning everyone that Lina and her guys were on their way up the drive. Then he figured since they were as good as family, it wouldn’t matter.
    It certainly wasn’t worth crawling out of his comfortable bed, where he was curled around Jim.
    He let out a content sigh. He still found it hard, in some ways,