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 manipulator but every person

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 suffered domestic abuse look for

hurried over, handing

Colin knocked on doors, searching for keys to help the

moved through each room with a stoic

Melody's indifference, the so-called lunatic and the once-suspected murderer seemed to possess a

locked up here are from the orphanage. They've hurt you, and they're responsible for Carter's death. Wouldn't it be better to let them

should be judged by the law and fate, not by us,

to the

him the milk, I helped him

clang, a metal

The domestic abuser.

look for food but to

you damn...

do this!"

woman, terrified, hid behind Colin and

especially around the mouth, bore the marks of

I were you. In this place, we're lucky if any of us make it out alive," I warned him. Finally catching on, he turned and ran towards the end of the corridor, searching for food and weapons. The kids from the orphanage, even if not geniuses, were mostly sharp enough to find a way out. They looked quite different from their photos, making it hard for me to

and I found Zoe in a room, barely clinging

on the door, but there was no

on the door, crying for her sister to

But there was silence.