Chapter 218

When Giselle hit the ground, it felt as if every organ in her body had been rattled loose. The pain was so sharp she couldn't get up for a long moment. Thankfully, her helmet had taken the impact. Her head was fine, but her arm was scraped raw, and her back and hips throbbed. Meanwhile, the car that had clipped her didn't drive off. It stopped a short distance away. She assumed the driver had been drunk or distracted, that it was an accident, so she stayed where she was, waiting for them to call the police. But instead, three men got out one by one. Each wore a stern, unfriendly expression. They didn't appear to be there to exchange insurance details. Giselle's unease spiked. She glanced around. The stretch of road was deep in the suburbs, flanked on both sides by hills. So there were no streetlights, surveillance cameras, or even a single passing vehicle. The men came right up to her, looming over her, trading strange looks that made her skin crawl. "What the hell was that? Wer