Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 290

Word had it that the Langley Aunt was raising hell, refusing any notion of a settlement. She was out for blood–insisting that I face the full wrath of the law. Fortunately, Eric had a lawyer on speed dial, and since the injuries I inflicted were minor, and my intentions were to protect my child and myself–a mother’s instinct to halt a crime–there was no real dispute.

After Eric posted bail, I was taken into custody.

As I was being escorted out, the female officer looked at me with a mix of surprise and skepticism. “You’re quite the fighter, you know your way around anatomy? Your stabs weren’t fatal, barely reaching the fascia. You showed restraint.”

Truth be told, I was clueless. “Maybe I just don’t have the strength to push deeper?”

She eyed me, unconvinced. After all, I didn’t exactly struggle to wrestle the knife from a grown man’s grip.

I didn’t elaborate. The guy wasn’t seriously hurt, and that was a relief–I hadn’t reached the level of wanting to take a life.

“How is Colin?” I asked Eric urgently as we got into the car.

He nodded. “He’s fine. We’ve got a man on the inside at the mental institution, briefed and ready. If anything comes up, we’ll know immediately.”

I nodded back, my thoughts scattering.

take Tangle Lane,” I suggested, a chill running down my spine at the thought of the recent murder there. I was a victim

person with the red birthmark

in the haze before I nearly died,

arm was frail…

but no birthmark

massaged my temples, a

cordoned off. We can’t drive through,” Eric said, parking the car near Nocturne’s entrance, explaining the

of Finn talking to

some even retching at the side, indicating a particularly

body to attract stray dogs to the scene?” Finn scoffed. “Why are these strays congregating on Tangle Lane? Who’s feeding them? Find out.”

focus to the stray dogs.

dogs had tampered with the evidence,

one of the psychiatrists there but left years

thought there was a conflict with Caleb. But there wasn’t.

F @ i – E E

behind the police tape, watching