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.

moved next to

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

began in a

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

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

alone, I confronted Melody. “Spit it out.

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

you want in exchange?” I

use your Langley family

And why exactly should

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think I’m a bleeding–heart animal

sharp–tongued. I may not have concrete evidence of your direct ties to the murderer, but your emulation of Phoebe, your attempts to seduce Colin by taking on her persona –

so thick–skinned; my sharp words couldn’t

item! Phoebe lost some of her memory, and she wasn’t in love with Dexter – it was Colin all along.”

tightness in my chest, but how much of Melody’s words could I trust? “What’s your