Chapter Twenty
Col stared at himself in the reflecting glass Naomi had called a mirror. It was like someone had captured the clearness of the water’s surface and locked it into a rock.
He’d never seen something that looked so perfect. He touched his finger to the mirror in the dressing room again and shook his head.
Uncanny.
The clothing was strange. Heavy. Warm.
Naomi had assured him he was more than welcome to change back into his tosa—or kilt as she called it—once they were back at the cabin and out of the public eye.
If these clothes pleased his mate, he’d learn to wear them. He was on earth now, not Reylea.
The boots were thick and warm, much better for treading through the deep snow and ice than his thinner softer leather ones. The shirt was red and white and orange in a patte
