Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 403

Stella looked at Colin, her eyes filled with concern. "Can Phoebe ever go back to her old self? She's kind of freaking me out."

Colin shrugged, his voice steady. "I like her any way she is."

"But don't you think she's a bit...scary? Too detached. I miss the old Phoebe," Stella pressed on.

"I like her any way she is," Colin repeated.

Stella sighed. "She seems too cold now."

Colin's voice cracked with emotion. "No... It's already perfect. At least you're alive. She has emotions now, at least... understands friendship."

I slowly opened my eyes, realizing I had dozed off against the wall.

Stella was praying non-stop, trying to distract herself with conversation.

"Can she really not go back? How terrifying will it be when she regains all her memories?" Stella's voice quivered slightly.

She was scared.

Scared I'd become a stranger to my own kin.

"What if Phoebe becomes emotionless again, like she used to be? What do we do then? She surely won't need us anymore..." Stella feared I'd abandon our friendship, Colin included. "It seems she truly didn't understand love..."

Colin looked down, a hint of sadness in his gaze, but he finally spoke. "I just want her to be alive."

To live well.

intelligence and the other 20% is all Phoebe, isn't it? Lovesick much?" Stella teased, trying to lighten

her. "It

felt like she was force-fed a dose of romance, rolling her eyes as she tossed a pebble she'd been fiddling with

holding them back," Colin

culprit... was definitely among

want them to escape,

wasn't guaranteed

figured out who it is?"

eyes lighting up before

I didn't mind his clinginess, letting him

"Not yet," he murmured.

coming." I heard

the wall, trying to

There's a soundproof barrier," I told her to

we could hear anything at

was

The door creaked open.

everyone came

and an injured James among seven

Bran?" I asked, on

Stella's eyes

in another direction yelling Carter's name, and when the stone door moved, we

Robin, worried

It seemed some didn't make it, leaving