“BET YOU THINK YOU’RE clever, don’t you?” Catherine said.
“I don’t think I’m anything.” I strode over and snatched my jeans off the floor, tugging them over my left leg. “Let us out.” I fed in my right leg and slid the denim over my hips.
“I’ll let you out when I’m ready, Ethan.”
My growl escaped as I went to button my jeans.
“Oh, quit with the dramatics.” She lifted a forearm above her head and leaned into the door. “Would it help if I said you impressed me with your skills?”
I left the top two studs undone to allow air to the still-seeping wound below my navel. “Sure, because impressing you has been my number one aspiration since I got here.” I pivoted away and padded across to the prone panther.
“You showed excellent control,” Catherine said. “I’d heard that about you.”
I looked
