Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 397



"Are you okay?"

With a scream that cut through the air, it was Bran. In my dazed state, when Bran came to check on me, I had him pinned against the wall in a manner that must have been quite painful.

Bran looked at me, utterly bewildered, before finally finding his words. "Holy smokes... Caleb was right, you really are Phoebe Caldwell..."

I furrowed my brows, the headache feeling like it was tearing my soul from my body.

"Feels weird to be back among the living, huh?" I croaked out.

After I said it, even I was confused.

Who was I asking?

Myself or someone else?

Bran, still pinned against the wall, stiffened before starting to complain. "Ouch, ouch, let go..."

Stella, standing nearby, watched us with shock, while Finn and Robin quickly intervened, prying me off Bran.

"You've got some moves..." Robin said, looking puzzled.

It was like a professional hold, something they were taught in training - a technique to maximize damage even with a significant power difference.

breath, trying to ease the tension. "Maybe Phoebe just reacted without thinking.

quickly released Bran, stepping back

arm in pain, eyed

feeling

Stella called my name

the throat, warding off

panic in her

in front of Stella protectively, eyeing me warily. "Did the fall

looking down at my hand, overwhelmed by a rush

understand what I had just

shook off Robin, gripping my hand tightly. "Phoebe... it's okay, don't be scared. I know you

came a derisive voice from behind. Melody's scorn was palpable. "If you didn't kick the bucket, stop wasting time.

she cast a meaningful glance

gaze on

met Dexter's eyes,

with partitions that seem solid but are actually

this moment, it seemed cooperation was our only hope for

won't

a way out. There must be other traps, like the power outage on the seventeenth floor, followed by murder," Bran cursed, kicking

thudded,

stepping back, then picked up an axe

a thick smell of blood

Everyone tensed up.

fearing they'd be left