Chapter 114: Hanging On
This was not the first time Giselle had thrown him like that.
The place was different, but almost everything else felt the same. The angle of her grip, the clean force behind it, the way his body lost all say in where it was going. For one ugly second, it felt like the scene on that tree-lined campus path all over again, only this time there was no smooth pavement waiting below.
Elias hit the ground hard.
Sloane had said this part of the property had not been developed yet, and she had not been exaggerating. The ground was full of broken stone, loose gravel, and jagged pieces of earth-buried debris. He struck, rolled half a turn, and could not get back up right away. Dust clung to his clothes, his hands, his face, and in the space of a blink he went from soaked-eyed and frantic to thoroughly, miserably filthy.
Giselle looked at him without even blinking.
