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.

took a fearful step back. This sensation was identical to when I

“Snap.”

echoed from the alley, where a tall figure in a

retreated in horror, turning

or something else, my

terror, I suddenly crashed into a solid embrace. His chest heaved with rapid breaths as if he had run

faint, pleasing scent about him, calming my

jacket over me. “I’m here… don’t be

his clothes, looking up to see it

no idea how he got out or where he got these clothes.

alley was deserted,

my imagination? Stress playing tricks

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speak; he just held me close, his gaze fixed on the alley, icy

you get out?” I whispered.

the jacket tighter around

so natural as if we had known each other for ages.

Colin’s back, why did he seem so familiar?

to ache as I rubbed my temples, guiding Colin towards a

bare feet, wounds reopened and leaving a trail of bloody

out in