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.”

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

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

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

you’re still worried about her?” Dexter hugged Melody tighter and looked a

which was getting hot coffee, hung in the air. The pain in my

do it! She’s perfect! She almost killed Melody;

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amends!”

Phoebe. She and Melody look alike. Just send her!”

I looked at Dexter and hoped to hear a refusal from him.

no way I could go to

a moment, then looked at me with an icy gaze. After a long silence, he said, “You owe Melody, and you need

a blow that threw me into

and the mug full of hot coffee slipped from my grasp, spilling all over

scalding water burned, but I

tried to warm this

she got his

I refused. I couldn’t gamble

didn’t mean

defend her!” Dexter suddenly

was

and