Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 459

Stepping out of the basement, my back felt like it had aged a decade overnight.

I shot Colin a glare over my shoulder, and he couldnously looked away, muttering, "Phoebe, that mattress was a disaster. Told Eric to dump it." "I ought to dump you," I grumbled through clenched teeth.

But Colin was quick to grab my hand, a playful seriousness in his tone. "No can do, darling. We're signed, sealed, and delivered. No returns, no exchanges."

I glanced down at Colin's hand enveloping mine but didn't pull away as we stepped out into the open.

And into the rain, which had started without our notice, cocooned as we were in our underground hideaway.

I've always had a thing for spaces that cut you off from the world, granting a kind of security I rarely felt elsewhere. No concept of day or night, rain or shine - just a timeless bubble.

"Phoebe!" Dexter's voice cut through the patter of rain as he rushed over, soaked to the skin. "You alright?"

"What, hoping for a spectacle?" I stood there, letting the rain drench me, while Colin held an umbrella over my head.

Dexter, looking every bit the tragic figure in the rain, said with regret, "I'm here to apologize... on behalf of Melody."

"And what gives you the

why do you always twist my words? I... I just couldn't keep an eye on her, and she almost

remorse.

protecting me from the rain. Dexter, on the other hand, never once offered me such shelter. He even went as far as to tear my umbrellas during storms, knowing full well my fear of thunderstorms. A warped way to

a truth I had come to

glared at me from the car, her pale complexion a canvas of

looked back at her with pity. She was bound to a life tethered to Dexter's

catch a cold," she rasped, urging Dexter to get in the

soaked would worsen her health, she dared not

up," Dexter said, gazing at his car where a young girl sat

time I'm close to uncovering something, someone throws a wrench in the works," Dexter clenched his fists. "Damian

Though Damian wasn't dead, the odds of him waking up were slim, virtually a

does his daughter know?" I asked, looking at the girl in the

behind the scenes wanted to silence her, they wouldn't hesitate. "Hannah," Dexter said, opening the car door and

black dress soaking immediately, her small shoes barely touching the puddles as if afraid. Only when Dexter stayed by her side did

senior in high school, about Bran's age, gearing up for college entrance exams," Dexter explained softly, then