Chapter 10

Sheila's point of view

"May I help you?" came his deep, throaty voice. I swear I would have been turned on if it wasn't for the anger brewing in me.

"As a matter of fact, you may," I bit out angrily, squaring my shoulders while folding my hands against my chest. My eyes held his stare.

Killian pulled away from his table, he carelessly tossed the quill pen in his hand on the table, his eyes coldly sizing me up.

"First and foremost, you are to knock and wait for my response before abruptly barging into my office," he warned, glaring coldly at me. "And secondly," he placed his hand under his chin. "When addressing me, you lose that damn tone." His voice was brutally cold, which only seemed to aggravate me further. "What do you want?"

I held my stance, still locking eyes with him. "I'd like to think I'm not a prisoner in my own pack. I've been here for days now, and I haven't stepped out of my chamber, not once, let alone left the castle walls. You know, I am not a dog that you can k