Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 

“I don’t care what you’re after but cut the act. There’s no replacing Phoebe for me; nobody can just step into her shoes,” Stella said sternly. 

I couldn’t help but smile, warmth flooding my heart. “Stella, when will you finally believe I am Phoebe?” 

Stella scoffed. “I’m out of here. Make your own way back.” 

I nodded and left Nocturne. 

Standing at the doorway, I took in the scene before me. This place… it’s where I used to get pushed around by Dexter and his cronies and harassed by the drunkards. 

It felt like a lifetime ago, yet everything had changed. 

“Snap.” 

Just as I stepped out of Nocturne, I heard something behind me. On alert, I turned to see a figure darting out of sight. 

Furrowing my brows, I took a cautious step back, feeling an inexplicable panic. 

Ever since I entered Nocturne today, I felt like someone was watching me. That feeling hadn’t left me. 

Maybe it was because I died once before, but my senses seemed heightened now. 

The night air was cool, and I took a fearful step back. This sensation was identical to when I encountered the murderer on Tangle Lane.. 

“Snap.” 

Another sound echoed from the alley, where a tall figure in a raincoat held a stick in his hand. 

I retreated in horror, turning to run. 

Whether it was fear or something else, my legs felt incredibly heavy.” 

“Phoebe…” In my moment of terror, I suddenly crashed into a solid embrace. His chest heaved with rapid breaths as if he had run to me in a frantic worry. 

There was a faint, pleasing scent about him, calming my racing heart. 

He held me tight, draping his jacket over me. “I’m here… don’t be afraid.” 

I clung to his clothes, looking up to see it was Colin. 

I had no idea how he got out or where he got these clothes. 

Glancing fearfully back, the alley was deserted, not a soul in sight. 

Could it have been my imagination? Stress playing tricks on me? 

Chapter 72 

Colin didn’t speak; he just held me close, his gaze fixed on the alley, icy and intense. 

“How did you get out?” I whispered. 

“I couldn’t… leave you,” Colin murmured, pulling the jacket tighter around me and taking my hand to lead me away. 

His actions felt so natural as if we had known each other for ages. 

Looking at Colin’s back, why did he seem so familiar? 

My head began to ache as I rubbed my temples, guiding Colin towards a taxi. “Why aren’t your wearing shoes?” 

That’s when I noticed Colin’s bare feet, wounds reopened and leaving a trail of bloody footprints. 

I frowned, gripping Colin’s arm. “You ran out in such a hurry just to find me?” 

Colin looked down, the picture of a guilty child, silent.