Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 392

Jaxon lunged at Zoe, looking to land a punch, but Bran sent him flying with a swift kick. "Come on, man, hitting a woman? Show some class."

Jaxon hit the ground hard, groaning as he struggled to get up.

Cursing under his breath, he pointed a threatening finger at Annora. "Fine, you've got your knight in shining armor now, but just you wait. Once we're out of here, you're dead."

Annora was in tears, too scared to even look at Jaxon.

Zoe wrapped her arms around Annora, whispering words of comfort that I couldn't quite catch.

Then, all of a sudden, the lights went out.

Silence fell over us.

Everyone held their breath, waiting to see what madness would unfold next.

The only sounds were our collective breaths and the steady drip of a leaky faucet. No other hint of what was to come.

"Please don't tell me there's some sort of gas leak. This place isn't exactly well-ventilated," someone said, their voice shaking with fear. "Are we going to die here?"

Panic started to spread.

"What do we do? What do we do?"

In the darkness, a hand found mine, squeezing it gently as if to say, "Don't worry, I've got you."

My breath hitched. It was Dexter's presence I felt.

He guided me back, shielding me as we moved to a corner of the room.

In the pitch-black darkness, it felt like the worst of humanity was magnified.

After what felt like an eternity, a dim light began to spread from a distance.

The lights flickered back on...

Everyone looked up in confusion. "What's going on?"

"Was that it? Just a power cut?"

They couldn't believe that the perpetrator would do something as mundane as cutting the power.

Then, a scream pierced the silence.