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."

scoffed, "And what gives you the right to speak

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

remorse.

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

worthless, a truth I had come

at me from the car, her pale complexion

pity. She was bound

catch a cold," she rasped, urging Dexter to

so, she didn't step out herself. Melody was selfish, her love, even more so. Afraid that getting soaked would worsen her health, she dared not leave the shelter of the car. Concerned for Dexter, but

at his car where a young girl sat in the passenger seat. Her pale, colorless complexion and damp hair marked heras Damian's daughter from his

the works," Dexter clenched his fists. "Damian

the odds of him waking up were slim,

know?" I asked, looking at the girl in the passenger

knew nothing and was dragged into this, she was in grave danger. If those behind the scenes wanted to silence her, they wouldn't hesitate. "Hannah," Dexter

soaking immediately, her small shoes barely touching the puddles as if afraid. Only when Dexter

Bran's age, gearing up for college