Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271 

“Hmph… 

I heard Colin’s derisive chuckle. I wanted him to run, to get the hell out of there. 

Dexter was nothing but a jerk. 

“Phoebe’s not going anywhere with you,” Dexter’s voice rumbled, signaling his goons to step forward. 

“You didn’t really think I came alone, did you?” Colin was laughing, his voice cold, and the raspiness added a terrifying pressure. 

“Dexter…” Outside, there was Melody’s trembling voice. 

Struggling to open my eyes, I saw a tall figure in a baseball cap pressing a knife against Melody’s throat. 

Colin hadn’t come alone. 

I actually breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Dexter…” Melody’s face was ashen, the half that was burned still red and swollen, her long hair cropped short from the flames. 

“Caleb!” Dexter glared at Colin, his anger palpable. 

Colin sneered, the chill in his eyes sending shivers down one’s spine. “What’s more important to you, your lifesaver or your interests?” 

Melody was shaking all over, crying out. “Dexter, save me.” 

Dexter clenched his fists tight, glancing back at Melody. Clearly, he couldn’t choose between his debt of gratitude and his ambitions. 

Because he knew, if Colin lost it, he’d definitely kill Melody. 

I propped myself up, shaking my head to clear the fog, but I was mostly okay. 

Maybe it was a stroke of luck; Foebe’s body must be a new shell for me; it didn’t seem to mesh well with my soul, so the drugs weren’t having much effect on me. 

But Damian was a threat. His hypnotic therapy messed with me, big time. 

I needed to steer clear of that guy; he was like my kryptonite. 

Seeing me awake, Colin flashed a moment of panic, fear flickering in his eyes. He was probably afraid I’d forget him again, like before. 

Dexter looked at me, too, a mix of joy and apprehension in his voice. “Phoebe…“. 

He was hoping I’d forgotten Colin by now, remembered only him. 

10:24 

Phoebe, come here: Dexter reached out to me, beckoning me to his side. 

I glanced at Dexter, then got off the bed 

Colin reached out to me but quickly pulled back as if shocked. He wasn’t sure if I remembered him, if 1 would be scared of him. 

I reached out, grabbing Colin’s fingers, my voice hoarse. “Where did you go?* 

Colin’s body stiffened, his eyes reddening as he pulled me into a tight embrace. “Had a couple of rats on my tail, sorry… made you wait again.* 

bowed my head, pressing my forehead against Colin’s chest, smelling the blood again. 

He was hurt again. 

Those bastards… 

Everyone who hurt him deserved to die. 

I wanted to kill them all.