Read Online Dalton, Tymber - Fire and Ice [A Triple Trouble Prequel] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton - Free Book Online

knew the driver.
    Edgar.
    When she saw headlights sweep over the trees lining the curve, she knew it was about to happen. Steeling herself, she watched as Edgar gunned the engine of his car, which weighed at least three times as much as her parents’ small two-door Honda.
    Then his back tires kicked up a rooster tail of dirt as he pulled out and hit them at a sharp angle on the driver side, sending the small car rolling.
    Lina choked back a sob. Despite her parents’ car being totaled, Edgar’s car was still drivable. He put it in park, got out, and walked over to the Honda, which now lay on its roof in the ditch, crushed against a tree.
    That was one thing the FHP could never figure out, how another car could hit them and still get away.
    Now, she knew.
    Baba Yaga softly spoke in her ear. “Do you wish to go see them?”
    She shook her head. “No, this is close enough.”
    Edgar stooped down and reached into the driver-side window. After a moment, he nodded and went around to the other side.
    She couldn’t help but see as he passed through the beam of his own remaining headlight that his hand was covered with blood.
    After checking on her mom, Edgar wiped his hand on the grass, got back in his car, and left.
    Lina took a long, shaky breath and slowly let it out again.
    “Okay,” she whispered. “I’ve seen en—”
    She opened her eyes and found herself in the van with her men. When she looked out the window, she realized they’d driven less than a mile from when she first joined Baba Yaga in Wherever-the-Hell-That-Was-Land.
    She closed her eyes again.

    * * * *

    When they reached the house, the other men started hauling their bags inside. Zack grabbed Lina’s wrist and arched an inquisitive eyebrow at her.
    She let out a sigh. She never could keep anything from him.
    No wonder. He’d seen all her moods countless times, throughout many lives. She tipped her head toward the house. He followed her inside, through the house, and out the kitchen to the back patio to what she was beginning to think of as their “talking bench.”
    She leaned against him, and he slung an arm around her, pulling her close.
    He kissed the top of her head. “Paid a visit to old Baba Yaga, did you?”
    “How’d you know?” His insight didn’t even surprise her anymore.
    “I felt you check out there in the van for a little while. Did she bring you there, or did you go on your own?”
    “She says I went on my own, but I’m still not quite sure how.”
    She sensed Jan stick his head out the back door. Upon seeing her sitting there with Zack, he quietly retreated.
    They did learn fast, she had to hand it to them.
    “Aaannnd?” Zack asked.
    She choked back a sob. “She told me the whole story. About our first lives and the cockatrice and the dragons. Everything. And she showed me how we died. How they died.”
    He nuzzled the top of her head. “And?”
    She quietly said, “I asked to see how Mom and Dad died. I wanted to see for myself how Edgar killed them.”
    “Oh, sweetie.” He held her tighter as the floodgate exploded. Her grief and agony and pent-up anger, her loneliness without them and their love.
    After she cried herself out, she asked a question she hoped didn’t come out wrong. “Why couldn’t you tell Edgar was one of them? Or Lenny?”
    He shrugged. “I’ve been asking myself that question, too, sugar. Kael thinks maybe it has something to do with that book. Maybe they’re using spellwork, or dark sorcery, or something. I sure as shit didn’t like Edgar from the moment I met…” His voice trailed off.
    “What?”
    “Oh, shit,” he whispered. Then he bolted to his feet and ran into the house.
    Slightly irritated, she followed. He was yelling for Kael, Jan, and Rick to join him in the kitchen. He pulled the ancient book out of his carry-on and laid it out on the kitchen table, open to the dog-eared page they’d discovered in Yellowstone.
    The page that marked the ritual used to murder Kael’s