The voice came at her like a storm, though it was not profoundly or attractive.
Stubbornly, she still didn't turn around, but the man behind her quickly approached, embracing Rory. The warm scent of cedar that came with him was irresistible, and all the grievances she had suffered these days seemed to reach their peak at this moment.
She tried to hold back her tears but didn't push the man away.
"I'll take you home."
The warm and damp breath brushed against her ear, causing a blush. Feeling uncomfortable, she shook her head, with images of him and Wendy together still flashing.
She forcefully pushed King Blake away and spoke coldly, "No need, King Blake, you should go back. I don't need you to care about me."
"Rory, it's cold. Let me take you home, okay?" King Blake's voice was urgent.
But Rory still didn't want him to. She resisted King Blake, not wanting him to get close.