Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 334

Dexter's rage was palpable as he jabbed a finger at Colin. "This was all your doing, wasn't it?"

Colin remained silent, his eyes sinister, a mocking curl to his lips.

Provoked, Dexter advanced, ready to throw a punch.

I stepped in front of Colin, fury in my eyes. "Dexter, you agreed to the bet, and you lost, fair and square."

From now on, all I wanted was for Dexter to disappear from my life forever.

Colin wrapped his arms around me from behind, his gaze on Dexter growing icier. "You lost..."

Dexter clenched his fists, silent, barely containing himself.

Soon enough, Melody was brought back.

The police had no right to detain her; it was her freedom to go wherever she pleased. So she had been quick to weave excuses.

"Somebody told me the killer was after me, that I had to get away fast, not let anyone spot me. They said there were clothes hidden in the bathroom for me to change into and make a run for it."

Melody's voice broke into sobs. "I was so scared I'd end up like Phoebe, murdered and turned into some kind of freak show exhibit behind glass."

With teary eyes, she showed the police an unknown number on her phone. "I got messages from this number."

"You believed some stranger just like that? What if they were the murderer? If we hadn't found you in time, you could be dead!" The officer scolded her sharply.

Melody turned to Dexter, tears streaming down her face. "Dexter, I was so scared that I just believed the messages."

Her glance at Colin was pointed. "I was so afraid..."

Clearly, she was putting on a show, trying to pin the whole mess on Colin.

"Dexter, take your damsel in distress and head on home. It's getting late, and we wouldn't want her to vanish again," I said, my voice hard, my hands clenched white as I turned my gaze to Melody. "Serial killer victims are usually found in ditches, but I bet there's a filthy gutter out there just right for dumping your body."

My laugh was cold, my eyes fixed on Melody. "Think you're worthy of being preserved as an exhibit? As if."

Melody recoiled, instinctively hiding behind Dexter. She stared at me, petrified, without uttering a word.

"Phoebe..." Just as panicked as Melody was Colin, who almost subconsciously pulled me into his embrace, hurriedly speaking. "Phoebe, my wound is hurting. Can we go home, please?"

I snapped back to reality, taken aback by my own words.

Finn eyed me suspiciously, but said nothing.

I glanced at Stella and Robin, worried they'd misunderstand.

Afraid they'd suspect I had ties to the murderer, especially since the identity of Foebe Larson was quite peculiar in its own right.