Avery’s POV
I backed up a step as Reynaud prowled into my changing room as though it belonged to him. The bare skin of my upper back brushed against the cold glass of the fitting room mirror. I gasped, but not from the cold.
Reynaud had an Alpha’s presence and in this confined space it was almost overwhelming. His every movement screamed with power and grace, and his eyes were brilliant gems the color of the sea and sky that pinned me in place like a butterfly upon a mounting board.
“As you can see,” I gulped as the curtain swished closed behind Reynaud and we were suddenly alarmingly alone in the confined space, “I have not yet finished my errands.”
”My deepest apologies, Luna,” Reynaud purred in a manner that didn’t seem apologetic in the least, “I hadn’t realized you were accompan
