Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 271

“Hmph…

I heard Colin’s derisive chuckle. I wanted him to run, to get the hell out of there.

Dexter was nothing but a jerk.

“Phoebe’s not going anywhere with you,” Dexter’s voice rumbled, signaling his goons to step forward.

“You didn’t really think I came alone, did you?” Colin was laughing, his voice cold, and the raspiness added a terrifying pressure.

“Dexter…” Outside, there was Melody’s trembling voice.

Struggling to open my eyes, I saw a tall figure in a baseball cap pressing a knife against Melody’s throat.

Colin hadn’t come alone.

I actually breathed a sigh of relief.

“Dexter…” Melody’s face was ashen, the half that was burned still red and swollen, her long hair cropped short from the flames.

“Caleb!” Dexter glared at Colin, his anger palpable.

Colin sneered, the chill in his eyes sending shivers down one’s spine. “What’s more important to you, your lifesaver or your interests?”

was shaking all over, crying out. “Dexter,

clenched his fists tight, glancing back at Melody. Clearly, he couldn’t choose between his debt of gratitude and

lost it, he’d

propped myself up, shaking my head to clear the

a new shell for me; it didn’t seem to mesh well with my soul, so the drugs weren’t having much

Damian was a threat. His hypnotic therapy messed with me, big

steer clear of that guy;

panic, fear flickering in his eyes. He

too, a mix of joy

forgotten Colin by now, remembered

10:24

here: Dexter reached out to

glanced at Dexter, then got

me but quickly pulled back as if shocked. He wasn’t sure if I remembered him,

fingers, my voice hoarse. “Where did you

embrace. “Had a couple of rats on my tail, sorry… made you wait again.*

head, pressing my forehead against Colin’s chest, smelling the

was hurt

Those bastards…

who hurt him deserved

to kill