Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 111

Colin was the strong, silent type–a man of action, not words. If he could sort something out with his hands, there would be no need for idle chit–chat.

I’d barely managed to hold him back when I saw Melody, her dress stained with blood, being carried out in someone’s arms,

Dexter’s brow furrowed in impatience as he turned to take Melody from the arms of the others, his face a dark cloud of annoyance as he walked away..

I watched with a morbid fascination as subtle shifts played out between Dexter and Melody.

Was Dexter tired of her already? What a classic player.

Knowing Dexter as I did, it wouldn’t be long before Melody, if she kept clawing at him, got a taste of the hellish experience he once gave me.

“Colin, let’s get out of here,” I said, taking his hand and leading him away.

Outside the hotel, I watched as Dexter handed Melody off to a friend, not bothering to follow her to the hospital.

I hooked my arm through Colin’s, my laughter tinged with sarcasm. “See… people are fickle, disgustingly so.”

“That’s not true…” Colin cut me off.

at him, surprised.

not like that,” he said, his gaze shifting.away as the tips of his ears turned a faint

my laughten growing

he to say that? Seeing me as a

each other for days, right?” Colin and Foebe Larson hadn’t known each

you’re Phoebe Caldwell,” Colin suddenly said with

so directly still made my heart tighten. Sure enough, he was still obsessively using Foebe as

called me Phoebe, not Foebe with an F.

cautiously, worried he might lose it like

know you’re Phoebe.” He took my hand firmly. “No matter what you look

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unnerved

me. If I confessed, no one would believe

age of disbelief, where talk of spirits and the supernatural is dismissed. A person dies and is reborn in someone else’s body? That would get you sent to a psychiatric ward if you said

Colin… the man everyone called a lunatic firmly believed I was Phoebe. Was he deluding himself, or

know it was me?” I asked softly.

knew,” Colin said, gripping my hand.

was a madman’s delusion, not a real recognition that I was Phoebe.