Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 5

Four days before my death.

Wearing a red dress, I was shaking like a leaf in the alley.

“Act natural,” came Dexter’s voice through the earpiece.

I walked back and forth from one end of the alley to the other, but no shady characters in sight.

“Dexter, maybe the killer Isn’t Into her, eh?”

“Ha–ha, even a murderer has standards.”

The laughter of Dexter and his cronies echoed in my earpiece.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I crouched on the ground. For a moment, I was dying for a good

cry.

That night, I didn’t manage to balt the killer.

They didn’t let up on me, though.

my death. I was back pacing Flare Alley

Flare Alley but Tangle Lane where the stalking happened. Dexter said to head there

it and went to

time, someone was really on my tail.

there… I think someone’s behind me.” I was freaking out, calling out over the

I got was their goofing around. Nobody was listening. Something felt off, so I kept

Dexter.

he finally picked up, he snapped at me. “Phoebe, will you ever give it a rest? Why don’t you just drop dead? Did you get Melody yesterday and tell her we’re engaged to get her off your back? Let me tell you, if anything happens to her on her

with fear, I

hands came out of nowhere,

from my grasp. I struggled but it was all

day of the incident.

came to, I found myself stashed in a big wooden crate, the kind for

in. I saw

long and unkempt hair. Even with strands covering half of his face,

“stunning” is an appropriate word

eyes, With chiseled features and ghostly skin, he was obviously mixed–race. And he reeked of

dare make

be searching for something. Then he picked up an ave from

and cautiously climbed out of the crate, trying to escape.

get far before someone knocked me out from behind and hit me to the