Chapter 87

I started looking around for someone else to ask when suddenly three men surrounded me, forcing me to move back a little until one of them grabbed hold of my wheelchair.

“Well, well,” one of them said with a smirk, “what’s a pretty thing like you doing out here alone this late?”

Their clothes were rough, their faces worse, and I could tell right away they weren’t the kind of men I wanted trouble with.

“Oh, wait,” another one said, pointing directly at me, his eyes narrowing. “I think I’ve seen that face before.”

My stomach dropped. No—please, not now. Panic clawed at my throat, but before I could open my mouth to scream, a rough hand clamped over it, muffling my voice.

I glanced around desperately, hoping someone—anyone—would notice, but people just walked past as if nothing was happening.

“No one’s going to help you, sweetheart,” the one behind me whispered in a tone that made my blood run cold.

Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could s