I looked at its gold eyes.

Oh. My cat was a stalker.

There was really nothing to do but open my mouth and scream—in frustration more than anything. I wanted to pull out my hair. I couldn’t keep up with these men and their powers and issues and—

“Fuck all of you!” I screamed, looking for my panties where I’d left them on the ground. The cat moved on the bed and I saw it pawing my panties under its body, trying to hide it had stolen them.

“I cannot fucking deal with this,” I said, feeling like I might start screaming again. I turned towards the door and slammed my fists against it.

“Dullahan! Let me the fuck out!”

14

A moment later Dullahan pushed into the room. I made a noise of disgust as a wall of muscle forced me backwards. I brushed at the places we made contact as if he was infected with some rare disease because in my mind he was. He evaporated my luck and there was something fundamentally tainted about that in my opinion. He rolled his green eyes at my theatrics.

“What?” He barked out in annoyance. His eyes slid to Lorcan and he cleared his throat a little when he saw the incubus with his cock out.

Dullahan’s eyebrows went up higher and I looked over to see Lorcan stroking his cock slowly with his tail again, his chin high as he looked at everyone. I raised an eyebrow. Someone was showing off for the crowd but I had better things to talk about than a showboating incubus.

“I don’t appreciate your sick plans,” I spat at Dullahan. He looked startled, his eyes flipping between Lorcan and me.

“I uh…I’ll take him out.”

“Not that,” I said with derision. Dullahan looked down at me in confusion. I backed up a step so I wouldn’t strain my neck looking up at him. He was just so tall.

“Do you get off on this shit? Sending in your little pussy cat to spy on me?” I seethed. Dullahan looked at me like I was speaking in tongues. I made an irritated noise.

“Viktor has been watching me piss all week! Do you have a camera on him? Do you all sit around and watch later?” Dullahan looked flabbergasted, his mouth kept popping open and closing like he couldn't for the life of him figure out what to say. He rubbed the scars on his cheeks. I pressed on in my outrage.

“He’s been stealing my shit for you, hasn’t he? My toothbrush? That’s just sick.”

“Stealing? What the fock is going on?” He grumbled.

“Ask him yourself!” I said turning and pointing at the cat on the bed, my panties peeking out from the side of his body. My cat was a pervert.

“Meow,” it said in a human voice and I nearly ran over and threw it at the wall.