Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 290

Word had it that the Langley Aunt was raising hell, refusing any notion of a settlement. She was out for blood–insisting that I face the full wrath of the law. Fortunately, Eric had a lawyer on speed dial, and since the injuries I inflicted were minor, and my intentions were to protect my child and myself–a mother’s instinct to halt a crime–there was no real dispute.

After Eric posted bail, I was taken into custody.

As I was being escorted out, the female officer looked at me with a mix of surprise and skepticism. “You’re quite the fighter, you know your way around anatomy? Your stabs weren’t fatal, barely reaching the fascia. You showed restraint.”

Truth be told, I was clueless. “Maybe I just don’t have the strength to push deeper?”

She eyed me, unconvinced. After all, I didn’t exactly struggle to wrestle the knife from a grown man’s grip.

I didn’t elaborate. The guy wasn’t seriously hurt, and that was a relief–I hadn’t reached the level of wanting to take a life.

“How is Colin?” I asked Eric urgently as we got into the car.

He nodded. “He’s fine. We’ve got a man on the inside at the mental institution, briefed and ready. If anything comes up, we’ll know immediately.”

I nodded back, my thoughts scattering.

down my spine at the

the red birthmark

was certain, in the haze before I nearly died, I saw that arm, the birthmark unmistakable.

memory, that arm was frail…

was skinny enough, but no

temples, a fierce headache

through,” Eric said, parking the car near Nocturne’s entrance, explaining the police had sealed

glimpse of

scurried away, some even retching at the side, indicating a particularly gruesome

their tracks by smearing spices on the body to attract stray dogs to the scene?” Finn scoffed. “Why

focus to

the evidence, then

of the psychiatrists there but left years ago, never treated Caleb, had no ties to him,” Cory reported, sprinting over to Finn.

there was a conflict with Caleb. But

F @ i –

behind the police tape,