Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 287

“Phoebe…” Dexter’s tone held an urgency as he reached for my hand, signaling for us to leave the chaos behind. “Come with me, now. The cops have been called, and I’ll figure out a way to handle this.”

The crowd was buzzing with whispers and gasps when Melody screamed, intentionally magnifying … drama, her eyes wide with feigned horror as she turned to Dexter. “Dexter, what happened… who’s the murderer?”

Dexter’s brow furrowed in annoyance. “No one’s dead.”

“Dexter… what’s going on? Could it be Foebe…” Melody threw a pointed glance my way; her eyes fixated on the blood staining my clothes. “Foebe, you went too far. This could be attempted murder, and that means prison time.”

Dexter’s face darkened, his grip on my wrist unyielding. “Just follow me. I’ll get you bailed out.”

“Bunch of lunatics,” Bran scoffed as he shouldered past Dexter and freed me from his grasp. “Even a high schooler knows self–defense isn’t a crime.”

“But she was so brutal; it’s excessive force,” Melody whined, covering her mouth in mock shock. “Everyone saw it.”

“Everyone saw you making a scene for nothing,” Bran snapped at her, his words sharp. “You look like the definition of excessive.”

He yanked open the car door and, with no regard for decorum, shoved me inside. “Look! Damaging property, grabbing people, pulling a knife, attempting murder, and then getting stabbed himself when the knife was turned on him. She stopped a crime in progress. No harm, no foul.”

the police and the EMTs

family were probably hoping their son–in–law would just drop dead.

I’d definitely be in hot water for excessive

unfortunately for them…

the hell out of everyone; no real

examined his wounds, whistling softly in surprise. “Ten stabs… every single one avoiding vital organs, and none

son–in–law in question, as white as a ghost and trembling like a

the wounds were fatal or not, I wasn’t sure, but

voice came

been part of the police response team. “Foebe… How did you manage to make

eyed me suspiciously, tapping his gloved fingers against the car door, a

I admitted, my mind a total blank from the

there was a case. A boy at an orphanage got stabbed, none of the wounds deep, none fatal. He woke up scared out of his mind, though… Guess who

his piercing eyes. “I have no idea.”

was named Phoebe Caldwell,” Finn

reluctantly met Finn’s gaze.