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."

gives you

I... I just couldn't keep an eye on her, and she almost hurt you. I'm sorry." Dexter's

remorse.

from the rain. Dexter, on the other hand, never once offered me such shelter. He even went as far as to

is worthless, a truth I had come to

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

with pity. She was bound to a life tethered to

she rasped, urging Dexter to

getting soaked would worsen her health,

Damian, and my leads have dried up," Dexter said, gazing at his car where a young girl sat in the passenger seat. Her pale, colorless complexion and

a wrench in the works," Dexter clenched his fists. "Damian was

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

his daughter know?" I asked, looking at

danger. If those behind the scenes wanted to silence her, they wouldn't hesitate. "Hannah," Dexter said, opening the car door and holding an umbrella for the

immediately, her small shoes barely touching the puddles as if afraid. Only when Dexter stayed by her side did she dare to place her feet firmly

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