“You’re the rat shifter everyone’s been talking about,” Axel Valentine said.
Axel established eye contact and didn’t break it. Looking at the man was like being an ant under a magnifying glass.
He glanced at Becca sitting at the bar. She looked irritated, just as he expected. Something must have been bothering her because her lips were turned in a slight scowl.
“Help me understand something,” Axel said, stroking the end of his long, biblical beard. “You took a girl out for French food on the first date?”
He pounded the table and laughed. His muscular arms jolted the table and nearly toppled the drinks on the table. No one else laughed.
Cyrus glanced at Luna, who shook her head slightly, telling him not to speak.
Cyrus stared at him. Who the hell was this guy and what was so funny abo
