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 Melody, “Let’s go.”

shifting to the bodyguard who was keeping a watchful eye on us from a distance, “Follow her.”

bodyguard began in a low

clear that the bodyguard was there to protect

a secluded hallway, I glanced back at Colin. He sat obediently on a

“Spit it out. What do you want to

I’d tell you everything for free.” Melody rasped. Dexter’s incident had hit her hard.

I raised an eyebrow at her.

trouble, and I want you to use your Langley family influence to keep me safe.”

think you are? And why exactly

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you think I’m

clenched her teeth, “Foebe, you don’t have to be so sharp–tongued. I may not have concrete evidence of your direct ties to the

thick–skinned; my sharp words couldn’t

facade teetering on the brink, “Phoebe and Colin were the real item! Phoebe lost some

frowned, feeling a tightness in my chest, but how much of Melody’s words could I trust? “What’s your angle in telling me this?”