Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 396

"Ouch!" I couldn't help but cry out.

"Wakey, wakey!" Bran rushed over, supporting me with excitement. "You alright?"

It took me a while before I could open my eyes, the pain was so intense I couldn't even breathe. "Don't touch me..."

My arm hurt.

My leg hurt.

Everything hurt.

Bran finally let go of his grip.

Dexter hurried over, worry etched across his face. "Do you remember who pushed you?"

I shook my head. "It was too dark."

But I was pretty sure, the person who pushed me, they were after Dexter.

In a split-second decision, I pushed Dexter out of the way, and then... I was the one falling.

Besides me and Dexter, there had to be someone else hiding on that floor.

"Who was the last one down? Did you see anyone?" I asked through the pain.

Bran shook his head. "We were too panicked seeing you fall, didn't notice if anyone else was on the stairs."

"It was pitch black on the seventeenth floor. When you fell, I couldn't see anything," Dexter frowned, instinctively reaching for my hand but stopped himself, mindful of Melody’s presence, and pulled back. "We need to get out of here fast. That maniac...won't spare any of us."

"The seventeenth floor briefly brought us together, fostered some trust..." Melody began analyzing again. "This means, the next level will likely see even more carnage."

There were three power outages on the seventeenth floor, supposedly signaling three deaths, but I survived.

The sixteenth floor was likely where the real carnage would begin.

That person won’t let us make it to the ground alive.

"Bang, bang, bang! Anyone there? Is someone on the other side?"

Suddenly, we heard banging on the walls of the room we were in.

The wall seemed to be made of drywall, partitioned off, sounding flimsy.

I exchanged a wary glance with Bran, then looked at James and the others, counting the survivors minus those who had died, leaving thirteen of us. So, who was banging and talking on the other side of the drywall?