Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 405

Melody was playing a dangerous game, and I knew it. It wasn't just a hunch that Robin wouldn't abandon us, and that he'd find me and Stella-it was a calculated guess. So, Melody's decision to stay hidden was a trap to lure me in? To take me out when I least expected it?

The thought sent shivers down my spine. Melody wanted to take over my life, and the only way to do that was to get rid of me.

"Something's off about Melody," Robin began, but before he could finish his thought, the staircase beneath us trembled.

"Watch out!"

"Phoebe!"

In a split second, the staircase shattered, leaving a gaping, dark void that seemed to lead straight to the basement of this 17-story nightmare.

Colin, panicked, tried to rush forward but was luckily caught by Bran, saving him from tumbling into the abyss.

"Colin!" My heart clenched, and I yelled his name as I teetered on the edge of the broken floor.

fell through, his feet dislodging pebbles that took an age to echo back up to us, a terrifying testament to the depth below. Looking up at me, Colin's eyes were filled with a mix of panic and hurt, as if despite our proximity, an insurmountable

close to the void, his eyes

15th floor,"

you fall, your wife's gonna have my head," Bran muttered, pulling Colin back from the brink. Colin's gaze hardened at Bran's

his eyes, guiltily looking away.

in," I said, glancing at Robin.

and tapped on the wall, an indication that James was still trapped inside. But the fool wasn't making any progress with the door.

that quickly. It had to be Melody and Dexter finding their way to us. As the wall opened, James,

attack was full of lethal intent, but I sidestepped smoothly, watching as he

grabbed him by the collar at the last second. I knew Robin

from now on," I warned James, stepping into the room where Melody and Dexter were indeed waiting. Dexter's eyes lit up with relief at seeing me, but he held

emergency stairs have collapsed. We need to find another way out," Robin explained, then turned to me. "What's

not Phoebe, is she? Phoebe, before her amnesia, was a genius. Let her

sarcasm.

her gaze. "Done pretending,

I can't beat you at your own game," I