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.

Phoebe just reacted without thinking. She's

quickly released Bran, stepping back

his arm in

looked down, then around, feeling an

Stella called my name

by the throat, warding off

tensed, panic in her

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

my hand, overwhelmed by a rush of

understand what I had just

hand tightly. "Phoebe... it's okay, don't be scared. I know you didn't mean it. Let's get out

voice from behind. Melody's scorn was palpable. "If you didn't kick the bucket,

words hung in the air as she cast a

on me mixed with

met Dexter's eyes, frowning back,

passages or exits. This floor is different from the seventeenth; it's. filled with partitions that seem solid but are actually just drywall. Some hide

cooperation was

won't give

like the power outage on

wall thudded,

then picked up an axe and

cracked open, and a thick smell of blood wafted

Everyone tensed up.

over, fearing