Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 394



I knew what James was up to. He was convinced Colin was the murderer and wanted to push Colin to his limits, hoping to provoke him into revealing himself.

Clutching the knife in my hand, I began to back away slowly.

James's laughter grew more maniacal, as if my fear was fueling his joy. "Come on then? Don't say I haven't been good to you," he taunted the men around him.

Some of them looked shell-shocked, understandably so since Jaxon's body was still dangling from the rafters, and they weren't in the mood.

But there were always the wild ones...

Like Archer.

"Do you remember me?" Archer's voice was deep as he approached me.

I frowned, who was he?

"Phoebe Caldwell..." he sounded unhinged as he suddenly grabbed my neck, calling me Phoebe Caldwell.

I looked at him, puzzled. Could he recognize me too?

"You've got the wrong person; she just looks a bit like Phoebe Caldwell," James tried to caution Archer, to avoid any fatalities. "You're crazy, seeing Phoebe Caldwell in everyone."

Clearly, Archer was beyond reason, ignoring James's words. "Remember this... all thanks to you."

Archer began to unbuckle his belt.

I panicked, trying to break free from his grasp.

But he was too strong.

As he dropped his pants, I instinctively closed my eyes, not wanting to see.

I should be married with kids by now, living a happy family life, all because of

voice was filled with hatred,

red, the sense of impending death

Yale seemed scared too, seeing that Archer was out for

over,

on me. "Die, Phoebe Caldwell, you maniac,

"Crazy woman."

about to lose consciousness from suffocation, the lights

on this floor seemed to flicker off at random

dagger Dexter gave me

pain

the ground, my head pounding from the lack of

to be breaking

of her

how many times have you violated her?" I remembered standing in the basement of the orphanage

to a chair, the one I

over and over, and yet it seems I haven't scared you... daring to do such things

the memory, my

in a corner was Zoe, her eyes red from crying, naked, with traces of blood between

she had been

On the

Archer was also naked,

eyes wide

with terror. "Phoebe

you maniac, what

Content

can't control

should be eu pret

knife in hand, and stabbed

Clean and decisive.