Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 467

My hand flew to my mouth, a gesture of shock and a rare show of modesty these days.

Digging my nails into Colin's hand, I left three red trails across his skin...

Colin just chuckled, taking a sharp breath and pulling me closer.

"Get lost..." At that moment, I was too flustered and furious to care about anything else, my heart racing with indignation.

Colin, however, skillfully changed the subject, avoiding my questions.

"Phoebe... it's not over," he insisted, refusing to let go.

Angered, I bit down on his neck in frustration, simultaneously hitting and pushing him, scared of actually hurting him.

He probably took it as some twisted form of affection, continuing his advances with a smirk...

"Caleb, you're done for," I threatened, my anger heightened by his deliberate provocations, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone...

I kept biting him, trying to stay quiet despite the urge to scream.

All I could do was endure...

...

sure how much time passed before Caleb, the jerk,

were shaking... I leaned against the

pulled me in for

"From now

Colin looked pitiful.

him away and heading for

behind me like a kicked puppy, Colin seemed to forget he was the relentless one

straight as an arrow, giving us a mournful look. Clearing

glared at

you? Skipping school in broad daylight, what are you doing here?" Colin retorted, casually

him, but I was really thirsty,

trouble," Bran said

was peeling an apple for me, paused, looking up at Bran.

"The international police found

body at a

infiltrating the organization. They caught Ker and took her to their hideout.

six of whom are foreigners. The rest have been brought back for

"The hideout was involved in illegal organ transplants.

novel.