Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297 

“Do you even realize what you’ve done?” I asked Dexter, gripping his collar with a feigned smile, my eyes flicking over to where Melody was standing, fuming in the comer. 

Melody looked like she was about to grind her teeth to dust. 

“Phoebe…” Dexter’s voice wavered as he took my hands in his. “I should’ve trusted you. Whatever happened before, I’ll make it up to you. From now on, I’ll be your knight in shining armor. No one will ever hurt you again. I swear.” Dexter declared, his face etched with eamestness. 

I put on my best damsel–in–distress act and batted my eyelashes at him. “What to do? I can’t stand the sight of her.” 

I nodded subtly in Melody’s direction. 

Dexter glanced back at her, his brows knitting together. “Melody, I’ll have my bodyguards ensure your safety, you…” 

“Dexter, there’s been another murder on Tangle Lane, and I’m terrified, you know that. I’m not asking for much. I don’t want to fight with her over you.” Melody’s voice wavered as she bit back her anger, glaring at me. “I just… just hope you can protect me, for old times‘ sake.” 

She was still playing the gratitude card for some ancient favor she claimed to have done Dexter. 

I knew full well it wasn’t Melody who’d helped Dexter all those years ago, but exposing her now would spoil the fun. 

Let those two continue their little drama. Interfering now would only make Dexter cling to me more desperately. 

“Phoebe… Sure enough, he was swayed. 

Dexter seemed to have some semblance of a conscience, tolerating Melody for some supposed life debt. 

“Phoebe, Melody’s in danger. The police protection won’t last forever, so… Dexter tried to make me see reason, to have me agree to keep Melody around. “You wouldn’t want to see her fall victim to a killer, right?” 

“I wouldn’t mind,” I said with a laugh. 

Dexter really was something. Why would I care? I’d have no problem watching her meet her end. 

“Dexter…” Melody stepped forward, her eyes welling up. “Phoebe has never cared about my well–being.” 

Dexter massaged his temples, looking at me with a plea in his eyes. “Phoebe, come back with me, okay?” 

“Sure, I’ll 

go back with you. Just worried Melody might not take it too well,” I said with a shrug, keeping my eyes on Melody. 

Melody clenched her fists, swallowing her pride as she bore my gaze. 

“She’s understanding. After all, it’s your house we’re talking about, and our house,” Dexter coaxed in a low voice. 

Thinking I’d fall for the same old sweet talk as before. 

“Understanding? Are you implying I’m not?” I gave Dexter a wounded look. 

“Phoebe… That’s not what I meant.” 

Watching Dexter squirm was quite entertaining.