Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 52

Suddenly, it felt like my head was going to split open. Who was it teaching me self–defense in my hazy memories?

That voice, both foreign and familiar… Who does it belong to? Ever since that car crash when I was eighteen, who exactly had I forgotten?

I’ve always felt that I’ve forgotten someone really important, but no matter how hard I try, I just can’t remember who!

Colin winced as if in pain, clutching his neck while fixing me with a smoldering gaze before frantically rummaging around.

At last, beneath a towel, he found a bracelet.

I stared at it, astonished. It was the same bracelet I had given to a thief, the one worn by the victim of a murder.

But the victim had already been found by the police, and the bracelet should have been in their custody.

Could it be… another one just like it?

around him dissipated, and he retreated to a corner to curl up, like a wounded animal licking its wounds.

deep breaths, forcing myself to

Foebe’s memories. I hadn’t fully digested them until now, taking this quiet moment to finally piece it

the Larson Group, and had been bartered like

Foebe was priced and tagged entering the Langley household only to be forced by Samuel Langley, the man in the wheelchair, to

or sheer

disguise myself and secure the trust of this man, whose

seemingly capable of drawing one in, dangerously beautiful. There he was, stark naked, hiding in the corner like a perfect work of art straight

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his

his shins and the soles

can I get out of here?” I asked warily, trying to keep

me, quietly, intently.

Suddenly, he called my

looked

was he calling Phoebe, or Foebe?