All the warm and fuzzy thoughts finally slid away. In their place, I felt a deep hatred and a burning frustration. “Put me down!” I shouted. I slammed my fist into the kidney of the person carrying me and heard a male grunt of pain, but we kept moving. I started to thrash around, desperate to get free. After a few more minutes of clawing at my kidnapper, I found myself unceremoniously lowered to the ground. I was still in my fancy dress, so when I rolled onto my back, the skirt billowed up and obscured everything in front of me. I desperately pushed down the skirt and found myself looking up at my captor. Caleb. A cold sweat broke out over my skin. Now he has me all to himself in these deserted woods. I tried to scramble away, but the dress caught on brush and weighed me down. Caleb was standing only a few feet away. I had seen murder in his eyes so often when he looked at me. And now…here was his chance. Gathering the dress, I scooted away. “Colina… It’s me,” Caleb said.
