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.

should be married with kids

voice was filled with hatred, blaming Phoebe Caldwell for his

turning red, the sense of impending death enveloping

Yale seemed scared too, seeing that Archer was

called a few people over, trying to pull

grip on me. "Die, Phoebe Caldwell, you

"Crazy woman."

I was about to lose consciousness from suffocation, the lights went out

lights on this floor seemed to

I plunged the dagger

pain

collapsed on the ground, my head pounding

memories... seemed to be breaking through the surface at

of

many times have you violated her?" I

chair, the one I had just saved myself

Heaton over and over, and yet it seems I haven't scared you... daring to

memory, my laughter was

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

she had

On the

Archer was also naked,

eyes wide with

with terror. "Phoebe

you maniac, what are

do!" Content to

can't

should be eu pret

Archer, knife in hand, and stabbed

Clean and decisive.