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."

manipulator but every person who had

a few bites of a cupcake, feeling somewhat revitalized, I took some food and a carton of milk to

was helping a woman who had

handing Colin

on doors, searching

a

Melody's indifference, the so-called lunatic and

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

"Their guilt should be judged by the law

to the person orchestrating everything from behind the

the milk, I helped

clang, a metal door swung

The domestic abuser.

for food but to lash out

damn...

do this!"

terrified, hid behind Colin and me, her body

around the mouth, bore the marks of long-term

towards the end of the corridor, searching for food and weapons. The kids from the orphanage, even if not geniuses, were

I found Zoe in a room, barely

knocked on the door, but there was

the door, crying for her sister

But there was silence.