Viking King (The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors, Book 1) Read Online Free

with all her heart he’d go back to bed. Then she heard the heavy thump, thump of his boots propping up on the table. She clenched her jaw. She might’ve hoped for a lot. Sean leaving her in peace? Not a chance.
    “Wait until you see the sketch Amber did of her.”
    “Okay, I’m just going to say it,” Megan muttered. “Go away.”
    A piece of paper slid across the floor and hit her foot.
    “You know Amber. She gets a thought in her head and watch out, she’s gotta draw.”
    Megan bit her lower lip. That was Amber for sure. Which made her wonder how fulfilling Sean’s night had likely been thus far. She lifted tired eyes to him. “Sorry, did I ruin it for you?”
    The corner of his lips inched up slightly. “What do you need to hear right now, Sea Siren? Amber’s my free flying girl till the day she dies.”
    So Amber slept with him but he was still out here worried about her. Thank god for best friends. Still, she hurt for him. Sean got that Amber was fly-by-night. He accepted it, probably always had. But it was hard for Megan to wrap her mind around. She’d been devoted to her ex, Nathan, and no one after.
    “Listen—”
    “No,” Sean said. “Not if it has to do with Amber.” He arched both brows. “Right now I need to know what’s up with you. Lotta crazy stuff happening lately.”
    “Nothing I can’t handle.” She really wasn’t up for a heart to heart. The etching Amber drew caught her attention and she whispered, “ Jesus .”
    “Not bad, eh?”
    “Haunting to say the least. She depicted the raven well.” Megan stood, unable to tear her eyes away from it. “And drew a Viking ship into the background.”
    “Yup, floating the bay, riding those waves better than most I’ve seen out there.”
    Amber had done an amazing job. She’d used the pencil in such a way that it appeared a ghost ship swung toward the shore... almost as if it was steering directly toward her house. “Odd how it almost seems the raven is calling the ship forward and all the other birds are getting caught in an incoming gale.”
    “I thought the same thing,” he murmured. “Your sisters know you’ve got a thing with Viking ships. You should share what’s been going on lately.” He nodded at her pocket. “And tell them about that.”
    Naturally he knew the rock was there. She carried it everywhere. Megan set aside the drawing, pulled out the worn stone and absently trailed a finger along their newly constructed boat. Though she’d meant to keep it to herself, Megan couldn’t help but share with Sean. “The Viking’s name is in that manuscript.”
    “Yeah, I know.”
    She perked a brow. “Since when do you go anywhere near a book?”
    “Since you spent more time staring at it than eating lobster.”
    “Ah, well.” She sighed. “Couldn’t be helped.”
    “Sooooo,” he watched her closely, “I’m at a loss here. Must be some strange coincidence that his name popped up in a book.”
    Megan opened a drawer and pulled out the small, ancient metal box she’d found almost a year ago. This is what held the stones. Each had a runic symbol carved into either side. She dumped the other rocks into her palm and held out the box to him. “Seriously, what are the odds? The same name is carved into the inner lid of this. Naðr Véurr. Identical.”
    Sean took the box, eyed the words and shook his head. “Sorry. I got nothing, hon.”
    “And what about the whispers I’ve been hearing on the wind since the ravens went haywire?” She resumed trailing her fingers along the smooth edge of the boat. “Always the same name. His .”
    “Are you sure this manuscript was written recently?” Sean frowned. “Maybe it’s been sitting on a back burner and you somehow saw it years ago.” He shrugged. “ Or it could be a name used before by other people and someone buried this box as a game or something.”
    “Yeah sure I guess both of those scenarios are possible but neither explains me hearing voices or why the