Collin wanted to yell in frustration! He was so close to finding Ember. He thought about yelling her name or calling Derek out, but before his thoughts could turn into words he was attacked from behind. Collin was on the ground but he didn't stay down. He couldn't see who or what he was fighting but he didn't care. He threw his weight against the person to throw them off balance; swung and missed a few times but finally made contact. It was like a blind rage had taken over Collin’s body, he couldn't concentrate on anything else except defeating what was right in front of him.
If he had been aware what was going on around him, Collin would have heard Derek telling them to stop. Yelling at Carmen to back off but she wasn't listening, it was all a game to her.
Finally, the blackness receded from around Collin’s eyes and he saw who he was fighting. His pause gave her the exact opening to tackle him to the ground again. She attacked him at the waist, straddled him with her legs, and put her hand at his throat. With a look of triumph and satisfaction she asked Derek, “Did you know this ’boy’ was following us?”
“Yes. I was hoping he would get lost or give up.” Derek answered her irritated.
Up close Collin could see he was wrong. The girl with Derek was not a girl at all. She was his age, her tiny frame had fooled him. And as he stared up at her she wasn't just merely pretty…she was exquisite. Her skin gave proof of her Hispanic origin with its perfectly, evened sun-kissed, sandy desert skin. Her lips were full with a deep rose hue, and those eyes…those eyes that could catch the slightest movement darted back and forth taking everything in. She had the darkest, almost black, eyes Collin had ever seen.
“Carmen! Get off of him!” Derek was clearly furious with her.
“Aw… but I was having so much fun.”
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