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 who

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

who had suffered domestic abuse look

handing

knocked on doors, searching for keys

with a stoic expression,

so-called lunatic and the once-suspected murderer seemed to

locked up here are from the orphanage. They've hurt you, and

law and fate, not by us, and

referring to the person orchestrating everything

I helped him search for

metal door swung

The domestic abuser.

look for food but

damn...

do this!"

Colin

mouth, bore the marks of long-term

on, he turned and ran towards the end of the corridor, searching for food and weapons. The kids

found Zoe in a room,

on the door, but

banged on the door,

But there was silence.