“Yes I am, Puca,” he hissed my name and I felt a cold hand wrap around my heart. I withdrew, pulling away hissing, and rubbing my chest. The bastard.

“I should have never told you my name,” I spat.

“I always knew your name,” Dullahan said. “Because I am the ruler of our godforsaken people. I know every name of my people whether you tell me it or not,” he boomed out, shocking me with knowledge I didn’t have before.

“What?” I hissed in shock. He grumbled and turned on his feet, swaying a little before he stomped from the room. Lorcan lingered, his eyes on Lacey like he was a wolf getting ready to pounce on a rabbit.

“Come with me,” he said to her and she leapt up.

“Lacey?” I asked with a tentative voice. She seemed genuinely upset over the whole trying to eat her thing and it made my stomach squirm.

“Fuck you, Puca,” her eyes trailed over to the desk and she walked over to it. She snatched the contract up, giggling in delight as she walked towards Lorcan. “Brand new owner of Plutus right here!” She yelled, her eyes flaring green. I sat on the bed and heaved a sigh.

“We should keep our distance for a little while. I’m actually a little pissed you were trying to eat me. Even if you could never get away with it.” Her eyes flicked up to me. “I’m too fucking lucky for that.” She winked and walked out.

“Damnit,” I groaned. Somewhere between the moment I slipped in her cunt and turned into a tiger to attack Remington, I realized I didn’t want the real Lacey to go away and that this love inside me wasn’t just an obsessive need to become her. It was because I wanted her in my arms. I wanted her as a companion.

Also, I think she was never letting me near her again.

“Fuck,” I whined, flopping into the bed.

18

Lorcan wrapped his hand around my wrist tightly, pulling me behind him as we followed Dullahan into the living room. Dullahan walked into the room’s center depression and flopped on the couch. His head fell back and he sighed.

“It’s never simple with him. He twists all situations into a chaotic game with rules only he knows,” Dullahan grumbled with his eyes closed. Lorcan pulled me down to the couches, guiding me to sit right next to Dullahan.

Dullahan was warm and large. His size was even more daunting as I sat directly next to him. I could smell a wild night on him—the street, his bike, and something smokey. He cracked his eyes open as Lorcan sat right next to me, caging me between them. I swallowed thickly and then looked at the contract in my hands.

It was the perfect contract. I got everything Viktor had. Everything. An immediate switch of ownership to one Lacey Flanagan.