Selene's POV

“Put me down,” I repeated.

“Okay,” he said casually.

And he dropped me hard on the ground, just like that.

I looked up at him, my entire body aching, but my anger burned hotter than any pain.

“I said put me down, not drop me,” I snapped, my glare digging into him.

Killian only shrugged, his expression as unreadable as ever. “I guess I didn’t want to get my clothes dirty.”

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

Dirty?

My claws slipped from my fingers ever so slightly, my wolf bristling inside me. Did this man just call me dirty?

Yes, of course I was dirty, I was working like...