Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 208

Stella paced back and forth, her anxiety for Robin practically tangible in the crisp air of the early evening.

Finally, Robin emerged, his face a thundercloud of fury, not sparing a glance for Stella, nor for me, nor even for Colin. He stormed past us, flung himself into the car, and slammed the door with a resounding thud.

Stella took a couple of steps after him, muttering, “Why’s he being so damn stubborn?”

Colin, nonchalantly with one hand in his pocket and the other firmly gripping the back of my shirt, pulled me into his embrace. He seemed worried that Robin, in a fit of rage, might just drive off and run over my toes.

“He’s as stubborn as a mule!” Stella exclaimed, anger laced with concern as she watched Cory. “Dorian’s death wasn’t Robin’s fault, he…

“But that punch Robin threw… it led to the guy’s death. If they really want to pin it on Robin… well, this time, he might not get off so easy,” Cory said, his voice tinged with worry.

Stella paused, her voice filled with nervous tension. “Is it really that serious? Dorian was clearly provoking Robin; it was so obvious.”

“It was part of their plan,” Colin whispered into my ear.

No official punishment for Robin had been announced yet, but avoiding a jail cell was a small blessing. His career in the police force, though, was likely over.

I stood there, feeling numb, experiencing for the first time the chilling realization of the murderer’s menace lurking in the shadows.

I

felt countless eyes

that genius mastermind, we were mere

with impunity, get a cop fired, and ensure Robin could

Dorian to provoke Robin into making a mistake and then

fingertips felt icy, my fear of the

nothing but a fool among

man behind it all, the

his hold on my hand, his eyes deep and resolute. “Then we’ll be more terrifying. Don’t worry, Phoebe, I’m here

Chapter 208

and Melody had been keeping a vigil

their guardian angels; Dexter will

her

go rest,” Melody

to argue. She finally nodded, allowing

and me, she shot us a furious glare. “You’re not welcome here, get

out!”

clenched my fists and stayed silent.