Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 144

Colin said Stella was one of the innocent ones.

That meant Colin had an inkling of who the real murderer was–one who didn’t kill the innocent. The bedroom door swung open, revealing a void of emptiness.

Not a soul in sight.

I scoured every room in the house, but it was as if the world had swallowed everyone whole.

“Bang!”

The bedroom erupted with noise once more, this time from the depths of the closet.

Exchanging a glance with Robin, we dashed over and flung open the closet door.

Stella was bound and gagged, a makeshift prison of hanging clothes and darkness.

Thankfully, her life wasn’t in danger; she was just a bit dehydrated.

“Stella!” Robin unwrapped her bindings and yanked the cloth from her mouth.

“That bastard… he’s warning us…” Stella’s voice was tinged with shock and panic before she slumped into Robin’s arms.

the hospital!” Robin hoisted her

raced up my spine. I whipped around, facing the

pierced

me, taken

finally noticing

been too preoccupied with the bedroom when they first walked in, lights flooding the dark, to notice the photo had already been

eyes, his

place, my body refusing to move, as if rooted by fear.

telling them to secure

dripping blood,”

hands over my eyes, the coppery scent of blood

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red dress in the photo was freshly painted with blood,

hasn’t clotted; the murderer is still nearby,” Colin’s voice was hoarse as

when we’d see this photo, A mind that brilliant would be lurking in the shadows, basking

Stella on the couch, telling me to watch over her, and followed Colin in their

math, for medicine…” Colin muttered to himself, then turned his

an adult. But

you doing?” Dexter’s voice, laced with irritation, filled the doorway. He had brought a crew with him,

was palpable. “This is Phoebe’s place, my fiancée, and this house is in my name now. The ones who should leave are