Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 

“Stay put at home, Colin, don’t go wandering off, you hear? I whispered to him cautiously. 

Henry and his company would stop at nothing to get what they wanted; the Langley family had been turned upside down. With Caleb out of the picture and me and the baby gone too, Henry would easily seize control of everything the Langley name held dear. 

We were walking down the sidewalk, a never–ending stream of cars passing us by on the road. 

His back was to me as he trudged forward. 

I was getting tired and eventually, I dozed off against his back. 

In my dream, a flurry of images flashed through my mind. 

A little boy with mixed heritage, looking like a 

a little girl in a red frock, running for dear life ince straight out of a fairy tale. He was carrying 

“Phoebe, it’s gonna be alright; we’re almost home,” he reassured me as he ran. “Phoebe, wake up, don’t fall asleep. Phoebe, wake up, have a bit to eat…” 

I jolted awake, my breaths short and rapid as I took in my surroundings, not sure when I had gotten home.. 

Colin was trying to rouse me, coaxing me to eat something. 

I rubbed my temples, looking at Colin. “I don’t want to eat.” 

“Just have a little,” he insisted, holding out a plate to me. 

“I said I don’t want to eat! I’m not hungry!” Isnapped, pushing away his hand, and the plate spilled all over the floor. 

He sat there silently, not saying a word. 

Irritated, I got up and walked back to my room, my head throbbing. 

In that moment, I felt like a ‘doll‘ kept by a madman, and that feeling terrified me. 

I was so exhausted that I collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep once more. 

The early symptoms of pregnancy were becoming more apparent the drowsiness, the mood swings… 

As I drifted off, I slipped back into a dream. 

“He loves you, right? I’ll make you look just the way he loves, and give you back to him.” 

“You’re like his favorite doll; I’ll make you so beautiful.” 

“He loves you so much; why did you deceive him? Why did you lie to him? You deserve to die.” 

“Don’t you know you almost killed him with your lies? You forgot about him and got with 

another man. You’re filthy. Your heart is filthy, and so is your body.” 

The blurred scenes in my dream slowly became clearer, and the moments before my death began to sharpen. 

A murderer stood by the bed, surgical knife in hand, slowly slicing my skin, pulling off my nails, allowing diamonds to fuse with my flesh and blood. 

He looked at me manically, his laughter twisted. “This way you’re prettier, this way you’ll be his doll forever.” 

He placed me in a glass cabinet, his voice like a demon from hell. 

“This is your favorite red dress, his favorite too. I’ve made you just the way he likes; he’ll surely be pleased.” 

“No, help me, please help!” My breathing quickened, my heart raced, and I struggled. 

But it was as if I were trapped in the dream, unable to wake up. 

“Save me. Colin, save me!” 

For some reason, I was calling for Colin to save me. 

“Phoebe?” 

“Phoebe!” Colin’s voice was calling my name. 

But I couldn’t wake up; I was trapped in a nightmare. 

“Colin… Colin, save me.” 

“Phoebe, I’m here.”