As she stood before the wall-sized mirror, Killian’s reflection instantly appeared behind hers, his expression darkening into a sharp scowl.
Confused, she hesitated. Did she really look that bad?
“What the f**k are you wearing?” His voice was low, controlled, and sharp. In two long strides, he was behind her. Before she could react, he untied her high ponytail, letting her long hair fall against her back, shielding her bare skin.
“Don’t ever wear something so revealing,” he growled into her ear. Isabella bit her lip shyly at his possessiveness, her heart racing at the intensity in his tone.
As she turned to face him, she saw Killian’s jaw was tight, fists clenched at his sides. He was annoyed—clearly—and for some reason, that thrilled her in a way she refused to admit.
“Why shouldn’t
