Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 402

"Close your eyes and rest for a bit." I turned to search the room for clues.

Stella, still dazed, shuffled closer to Colin, her voice barely above a whisper. "Colin... have you noticed? Phoebe's different, isn't she? Is she still... our Phoebe?"

"Yes..." Colin's voice was hoarse but firm. "No matter how she changes, she's still her."

I glanced back at Colin, my thoughts swirling.

"Do you think Robin Lancaster and the others are okay?" Stella asked quietly, crouching on the floor.

She was worried about Robin and the rest.

"They're fine..." Colin shook his head. "I've taken care of the rest."

As long as Robin and the others made it out of those places alive, they'd be safe.

I walked around the room but couldn't find any clues left by the designer.

There should have been hidden clues in every room.

Frowning, I looked up at the ceiling and, sure enough... the arrangement of the spotlights resembled the Big Dipper. "Follow the line from Dubhe to Polaris... That's true north." I followed the imaginary line to find the true north direction. "And that means south... We need to move this door."

I pointed at the door in the exact south direction, right below the extended line, and stepped on a floor tile.

Sure enough, the wall moved.

I let out a sigh of relief, almost unconsciously turning back to smile at Colin.

It was as if... I was seeking his approval and praise.

This childish act...

I paused for a moment.

Colin smiled back at me, leaning against the wall as he walked over and hugged me. "I'm a mess, don't mind me."

I shook my head. "I don't mind."

Colin chuckled. "That's good... You're good, no matter what."

I thought Colin was being silly, but I still patted his back. "I'll get you out of here."

"Okay..."

Colin didn't hesitate to follow me.

After all, every extra minute inside meant more danger.

"Phoebe... do you remember now?" Colin asked quietly, leaning against me.

"Not... everything." I shook my head, my gaze complicated.

Colin sighed in relief, managing a smile. "It's okay... don't think about it."

"Are you afraid I'll remember?" I looked down at him.

Colin's gaze flickered away for a moment, his acting kicking in again. "Phoebe... my arm hurts, it got bitten."

I instinctively tore open his shirt, gasping. "You..."

How did he even survive this long?

His arm bore the marks of a vicious bite, bloody and torn.

"We need to get out... fast," I said sternly, anger rising.

Whatever the reason behind all this, whoever hurt mine, deserved to pay...