Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 209

Melody always had a way of appearing delicate and kind, the kind of woman that sparked a protective instinct in any man who laid eyes on her. It was almost like a reflex for them to trust her without question.

Back in the day, guys like Dexter and Hank readily took her side over mine. But her usual tricks seemed to have no effect on Colin, who didn’t buy any of her frail acts. To him, she might as well have been a she–devil.

I had to admit, there was a certain satisfaction bubbling inside me, knowing that someone had finally seen through Melody’s facade, had glimpsed the real her.

Even if that Colin was widely regarded as the town’s oddball

But in a world where lined between reality and pretense blur, who was to say who the real madman was? Who was to define what was normal for the rest of us?

“You don’t want to rile up Colin. If he loses it and ends up hurting you, it’ll be nobody’s fault but your own,” I warned Melody with a frosty edge to my voice.

It was clear Melody feared Colin; she took a couple of steps back to maintain a safe distance before speaking in a hushed tone, “Foebe, are you sure…you don’t want to talk about Phoebe Caldwell with me?”

I patted Colin’s hand, “Wait here for me, okay?”

He seemed reluctant, but after seeing my determined look, he nodded and let go.

next to

frowned, his gaze shifting to the bodyguard who was keeping a watchful eye

the bodyguard began in a low

about me,” Colin instructed, making it clear that the bodyguard was there to

glanced back at Colin. He sat obediently on a bench, looking like he was patiently waiting for me to

we were alone, I confronted Melody. “Spit it out. What

never said I’d tell you everything for free.” Melody rasped.

exchange?” I raised

to use your Langley family influence to keep

Who the heck do you think you are? And why exactly should I mobilize the

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you think I’m a bleeding–heart

I may not have concrete evidence of your direct ties to the murderer, but your emulation of Phoebe,

for you. You’re so thick–skinned; my sharp words couldn’t possibly make a dent,”

“Phoebe and Colin were the real item! Phoebe lost some of her memory, and

my chest, but how much of Melody’s words