Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 72

“I don’t care what you’re after but cut the act. There’s no replacing Phoebe for me; nobody can just step into her shoes,” Stella said sternly.

I couldn’t help but smile, warmth flooding my heart. “Stella, when will you finally believe I am Phoebe?”

Stella scoffed. “I’m out of here. Make your own way back.”

I nodded and left Nocturne.

Standing at the doorway, I took in the scene before me. This place… it’s where I used to get pushed around by Dexter and his cronies and harassed by the drunkards.

It felt like a lifetime ago, yet everything had changed.

“Snap.”

Just as I stepped out of Nocturne, I heard something behind me. On alert, I turned to see a figure darting out of sight.

Furrowing my brows, I took a cautious step back, feeling an inexplicable panic.

Ever since I entered Nocturne today, I felt like someone was watching me. That feeling hadn’t left me.

Maybe it was because I died once before, but my senses seemed heightened now.

night air was cool, and I took a fearful step back. This sensation was identical to when I encountered the murderer on Tangle

“Snap.”

the alley, where a tall figure in a raincoat held a

in horror, turning to

was fear or something else, my

In my moment of terror, I suddenly crashed into a solid embrace. His chest heaved

was a faint, pleasing scent about him,

me tight, draping his jacket over me. “I’m here…

clung to his clothes, looking up to

got out or where he got these clothes.

back, the alley was deserted,

imagination?

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close, his gaze fixed on the alley, icy and

you get

murmured, pulling the jacket tighter around me and taking

so natural as if we had known

back, why did

to ache as I rubbed my temples, guiding Colin towards a taxi. “Why aren’t your

reopened and leaving a

out in such a hurry just to find me?”