“Hold on,” Dullahan shouted in my ear. What the fuck did he think I’d been doing? He suddenly stood up on his pedals and jerked the bars up with a growl of furious power. The bike leapt off the building in a glorious jump over the street below before we crashed back down to earth. The bike spun in circles, kicking up flames. As we spun I saw a long trail of flames still burning a line down the Tower of Sin where we had ridden it down. Dullahan turned us north and shot off, not wasting a moment before racing towards the docks.

I looked up and saw a dark shadow in the sky. It looked too big to be Puca’s raven but the clouds were dark and the lights were thin and rain pelted my eyes. Dullahan shouted something in Irish and I heard the bike give a cry before suddenly metal became muscle and fur, growing tall beneath us until the sound of heaves beat the street. I gasped, falling against the horse and wrapping my arms around it’s neck so I didn’t fall off.

I stayed that way the rest of the ride, clutching on with my eyes shut because the rain kept beating into them. Finally, we stopped.

“Puca’s here already,” Dullahan growled in my ear as he gripped my arm and tugged me down from the horse with him. The animal disappeared into a tar pit and then we rushed forward to see Puca and Remington walking in circles around each other. Dullahan cursed, rage burning behind the word as Remington went for his gun belt. He lifted the same style of gun as the two others we’d got off him—meaning it was likely one of his immortal killers.

Dullahan raced ahead of me. His hand went behind his head as if to grab a sword. I watched as his hand disappeared into some invisible pocket behind his head and then pulled out some weapon.

Remington swung the gun around, taking aim at Puca who was mid-shift. Dullahan flung his arm forward and I watched as a human spine snapped out like a whip, wrapping around Remington’s arm and reeling it back. Dullahan grabbed the bone handle with two hands and tugged with a growl, pulling Remington straight off his feet. The cowboy slammed down into the concrete on his back with a groan.

Puca shifted to a tiger and snapped his jaw at the man but Dullahan was already there.

Dullahan looked enraged beyond belief. The storm behind him was furious as well, lightning madly shooting off in the sky, the crack of thunder sharp like a whip.

“You dare to try killing one of mine,” he growled and the words seeped up from all around us, preternatural and filled with rage. Lightning flashed again and Dullahan’s head was suddenly gone entirely but his words still whispered across the earth.

“You shall pay for your crimes against me,” Dullahan’s voice snarled with crawling fury I’d never heard a person possess before. His neck bled like a fresh wound. Splashes of crimson dripped down on Remington’s leather duster as Dullahan clutched him in his hands and pulled him half on the ground. The cleaved, jagged sharp end of his spine shone against the deep gore of his neck’s pipes and meat.