Dahlia was only vaguely aware that the terrain had changed by the variance in her rescuer's stride.
She had been pleasantly distracted by the man's story. His voice registered as different from the norm, at least to her disturbingly blank mind.
It was quite appealing.
She nuzzled further into his chest, trying to hide her face from the biting night wind.
He even smelled exotic.
The sound of her name shook her out of her stupor and reminded her of something.
"You never told me your name." She gently chastised, her voice muffled by the curtain of hair that had fallen across her face.
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