Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 385



James finally made it over, collapsing onto the table in a flurry. He devoured the leftovers Melody had tidied away, desperately trying to regain his strength.

Meanwhile, the four of us were at a standoff.

Bran glanced at me, his eyebrow raised as if to say I had finally made a smart move.

But Melody seemed unfazed. "You think you can kill me?"

"Try me," I countered with feigned calm, the blade of my knife pressing against her jugular, so sharp it nicked her skin.

Dexter's expression darkened, his voice thundering, "Foebe Larson!"

There it was, he called me Foebe Larson.

Convinced that Melody was the true Phoebe Caldwell.

I scoffed. "If you don't want her dead, drop the food."

Reluctantly, Dexter took the package from Melody, opened it, and placed the food on the table.

Bran grabbed some, enough for our survival, and led me to a corner.

I kept a watchful eye on Melody and Dexter, whispering to Bran, "They're dangerous."

the real danger wasn't the manipulator but

a cupcake, feeling somewhat revitalized, I took some

helping a woman who had suffered domestic abuse look

over, handing

searching for

room with a stoic expression, freeing

so-called lunatic and the once-suspected

orphanage. They've hurt you, and they're responsible for Carter's death. Wouldn't it be better to

law and fate, not by

low, referring to the person orchestrating everything

the milk, I helped him search for

metal

The domestic abuser.

look for food but to lash out

damn... bitch,

do this!"

hid behind Colin and me, her

mouth, bore the marks

end of the corridor, searching for food and weapons. The

Colin and I found Zoe

the door, but

Annora banged on the door, crying for

But there was silence.