Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 3

That day, I literally passed out from the pain.

Six days before my death, it was already daylight when I jolted awake.-

The sun was shining brightly after the rain. I struggled to get up from the ground and found the bloodstains between my legs dried up.

“Dexter, I’m so freaked out. What do I do?” It was Melody’s sobbing in the living room. She was shivering non–stop, saying she was on the killer’s radar. She was scared to die.

“Dexter, we checked the security footage and Melody’s definitely been marked. Should we call the cops?” a voice came by.

“No… Dexter, don’t call the police. The killer is brutal and only targets young women. The cops have found six bodies already but haven’t caught him. If we push him into a corner…” Melody shook her head in fear, refusing to call the police.

“Melody, don’t be scared,” Dexter embraced her and soothed her softly. He knew how to act gentle; it’s just that he’s never spared me an ounce of it.

I stood there, feeling awkward and stiff, caught between a rock and a hard place.

“Melody, what were you wearing when you walked through Flare Alley yesterday?” Dexter’s good buddy Chandler threw out a question.

“A red dress,” Melody replied, glancing at me. “Phoebe…”

I didn’t say anything, looked away, and my legs trembled as I walked towards the kitchen to get something to eat.

“Dexter, I have an idea to lure out that killer, and once we catch him, we can call the cops. This way, we can prevent any mistakes and keep Melody safe,” Chandler said, looking at Dexter.

Dexter nodded, “Let’s hear it.”

guy out. We’ll have cameras all around and keep an eye out; nothing will go wrong.“, Chandler

frowned, “What kind of half–baked plan is that? Are you sending your girlfriend?”

fell on me again, and she spoke softly. “Phoebe, you look pale. Are you

do you care about her? She almost killed you and you’re still worried about her?” Dexter hugged

hot coffee, hung in the air. The pain in my chest spread throughout

it! She’s perfect! She almost killed Melody; she owes Melody, so

Chacher 3

amends!”

alike. Just send her!”

I looked at Dexter and hoped to hear a refusal

I was afraid of the dark: there was no way I could go to such a secluded place in

with an icy gaze. After a long silence, he said, “You owe Melody, and you

like a blow that threw

coffee slipped from my grasp, spilling all over

burned, but I felt numb.

I tried to warm this man’s heart,

got his affection effortlessly.

I refused. I couldn’t gamble

“Phoebe didn’t mean to

defend her!” Dexter suddenly

Melody was startled.

up and