Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 322

"Are you gonna miss me if I leave?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't say anything, but his eyes were shattering.

"If it hurts you, then just make me stay," I pleaded, my voice cracking as I stretched my arms out to Colin.

Why did he always feel so insecure?

All he had to do was say the word, and I wouldn't go anywhere.

Colin just looked at me, not uttering a sound, but pulled me into a tight embrace, his gaze icy as it fixed on Dexter.

Dexter looked upset. "Caleb, let's see how long you can keep this act up."

At that moment, Dexter might've gotten why I had such a hard time with Melody.

Because no matter what I did, Dexter always stood by Melody first.

from another angle, maybe he was the one who couldn't handle

Colin finally spoke, a warning edge to his voice directed at Dexter. "But you chose Melody, and pushed

pressed my head against his chest, possessively, not allowing me to see Dexter. His voice was hoarse and heavy with a dark oppression. "You're right. I'm no fool. The charade was to survive the cracks, to live past twenty. That's my life, not for someone like

the weight of Caleb's

and Stella were just as

been pretending

I won't let go," Colin

so long. Think you've grown wings now? That kid was just another piece in your game against Henry, right? From the start, you never intended for 'Foebe

and now the press suddenly siding with you—don't tell me this isn't your doing. Those reporters were your

remained silent, done

Colin, my eyes

the

everything Dexter said

of his grand scheme?

over everything the Langley family had, he'd been plotting

I

Death was confusing, rebirth was

memories lost, I couldn't even trust