Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 151

Dexter’s face fell in an instant, a storm of fury brewing in his eyes as he glared at Colin, “Caleb, don’t push it.”

It was clear as day he wasn’t about to throw his life away.

“How come I remember you bragging once that if Phoebe bit the dust, you’d be right there in the grave with her?” A taunting recollection slipped from my lips, remembering Dexter’s bold promise,

All that talk about Phoebe being too sly to die, drumming up suspense for the heck of it.

He’d sworn up and down to everyone that if Phoebe ever kicked the bucket, he’d be her grave buddy.

Looking for a perfect chance to play the martyr, Dexter?

“Well, here’s your golden ticket. You get to play the loyal lover and save Melody all in one go.”

My gaze lifted to Melody, hanging pallid and lifeless above us. “Look at her, she’s practically a goner. No matter which rope snaps first, she’s gonna hang. Tick–tock, Dexter, your time’s running out.”

“Foebe Larson!” Dexter was seething, but trapped by his own desperate need, the sting of being at someone’s mercy gnawing at him.

the rage unmistakable in his glare.

find humor in the irony. Dexter’s forte had always been threats, and now the tables had turned, and he couldn’t

was simply an eye for an eye.

handle a taste of his own

figure out how to get her down.” Selfish to the core, Dexter wasn’t the dying kind.

mark his presence, not keen on letting things escalate. The victim had been found, and the murderer’s

us a hand here, will ya? A life’s at stake–can’t let it just vanish into thin air. If we keep Melody alive, the murderer might cool it with the

silent. He

lifted my gaze to Melody.

part of me longed to witness her final breath there and then, but I knew it wasn’t the time.

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couldn’t die–not with the cops here and the secrets she held about the murderer.

Melody’s voice was a husky whisper from above, dehydration taking its

up to Melody, frantic, then to Robin. “Are we just gonna stand

to sprout wings and fly up there?” Robin had been doing his best to persuade Colin. He was the only shot at a quick

tops. And those air cushions are no good; she’s got a noose around her neck.

“Colin, you said you’d take a loss for him once. We didn’t save Phoebe in time, can’t let history repeat itself, okay?”

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