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."

wasn't the manipulator

cupcake, feeling somewhat revitalized, I took some food

was helping a woman who had

hurried over, handing Colin the

munching, Colin knocked on doors, searching for keys

through each room with a stoic expression, freeing everyone

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

I whispered, "Most of these people 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 die

the law and fate, not

the person orchestrating everything from

the milk, I

metal door swung

The domestic abuser.

first instinct wasn't to look for food but to

damn...

do this!"

terrified, hid behind Colin and me, her body

the mouth,

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

Zoe in a room, barely clinging to

the door, but

the door, crying for her sister

But there was silence.