CHAPTER 117A TWISTED ANKLE AND A TWISTED CYCLE ISLA“Finally, someone to keep Victor in place was finally here.”That was the first thought that came to my mind when I saw the organisers. I knew for a face that Victor wouldn't try to run his mouth in their presence. But now I'm starting to rethink it.The silence stretched between us heavy and almost suffocating as no one agreed to speak. Not even Victor.Every eye turned to me. The organizers stood there, two of them, their faces tight with irritation and confusion. One of them who was tall, older and was wearing a fleece vest, looked between Victor’s bloodied mouth, Asher’s clenched fists, Rowan’s rigid posture, and finally me.“Well?” he asked tightly, his eye brows drawn. “Which one of you wants to explain why we just heard shouting halfway across the trail?”I looked between Asher and Rowan, thinking of what to say. Before I could inhale the next second, Victor beat me to it.“She slipped,” he said smoothly, sweeping his hair b
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