Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 452

I frowned, wary as I eyed him.

He just flashed me a grin. "Melody must've shared some secrets with you, huh? That's just the tip of the iceberg."

He knew. He knew that Melody had spilled the beans about those so-called cloning experiments.

"The cops are already on it. Melody's turned me in. It won't be long before they trace it back to me. And you guessed it... I'm just another pawn in their game. When push comes to shove, they'll sacrifice me without a second thought," Damian said, his voice tinged with sadness as he opened the car door. "Want to know more? Then come take a ride with me."

I eyed Damian skeptically. Was he really going to spill the beans just like that?

"Think we were born yesterday?" Colin's voice was deep and grounded, standing by my side.

Damian's gaze shifted to Coly, who was baring his teeth at us, and he chuckled. "Phoebe, trust no one. Anyone could be a spy planted by 'The Organization' to monitor you, even pushing the experimental data forward, including... a dog."

Damian's words sent a chill down my spine. Although he mentioned only a dog, it was a clear metaphor for everyone involved.

"Ever seen 'The Truman Show'?" Damian spoke again. "Art imitates life, but life always surpasses art."

I clenched my fists, looking at Colin.

Everyone... Were they all just pawns placed around me? Was Colin one of them too?

In my memory, there was this scene... Colin, in agony, holding me as I was covered in blood, stopping me from hurting myself. He said, "Phoebe... I have nothing. I'm just a piece used to play their games. I can live without the whole world, but not without you..."

Belief is the drive and courage for a person to keep living.

And Phoebe was Colin's belief and courage.

"Phoebe, stop hurting yourself, please."

"My time is running out," Damian reminded me again.