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.

days before my death. I was back pacing Flare Alley at night. Still no sign of their

days before it all went down, Melody caught up with me, “Phoebe, my bad. I got it mixed up. It wasn’t Flare Alley but Tangle Lane where the stalking happened. Dexter said

fell for it and went to Tangle Lane after my shift.

was really

I was freaking

Nobody was

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

I

then hands came out of nowhere, covering my

slipped from my grasp. I struggled but it was all in vain. Then I quickly lost consciousness.

of the

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

in. I saw a tall fours in a

long and unkempt hair. Even with strands

is an appropriate word for a

got a pair of glacier blue eyes, With chiseled features and ghostly

I didn’t dare

Then he picked up an ave from the corner and dragged it

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

someone knocked me out from behind and hit