POV Estela
I arch a brow as Killian lounges in his luxury car, window down, speaking to me like some kind of monarch summoning a subject.
“No, thank you,” I say flatly.
“It’s hard to get a cab in this area,” he offers casually. “No need to be stubborn.”
Stubborn?
The audacity of this man.
“And there’s no need for you to call me names,” I snap back.
Killian murmurs something to the driver, and the car rolls to a gentle stop. A second later, the Alpha is beside me on the sidewalk, towering far too close for comfort. I tilt my head to meet his gaze.
“Is it name-calling if it’s true?”
“You tell me,” I retort coolly. “If I call you an arrogant bastard, am I being honest or just rude?”
Honestly, I surprise myself with the boldness. But what I wasn’t expecting is the grin that spreads a
