Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace ( Dexter )

My hand flew to my mouth, a gesture of shock and a rare show of modesty these days.

Digging my nails into Colin's hand, I left three red trails across his skin...

Colin just chuckled, taking a sharp breath and pulling me closer.

"Get lost..." At that moment, I was too flustered and furious to care about anything else, my heart racing with indignation.

Colin, however, skillfully changed the subject, avoiding my questions.

"Phoebe... it's not over," he insisted, refusing to let go.

Angered, I bit down on his neck in frustration, simultaneously hitting and pushing him, scared of actually hurting him.

He probably took it as some twisted form of affection, continuing his advances with a smirk...

"Caleb, you're done for," I threatened, my anger heightened by his deliberate provocations, his voice taking on a mock-serious tone...

I kept biting him, trying to stay quiet despite the urge to scream.

All I could do was endure...

...

I'm not sure how much time passed before Caleb, the jerk, finally decided to let me go.

My legs were shaking... I leaned against the wall, glaring at him fiercely.

That jerk just pulled me in for another kiss.

Biting my lip, I whispered sternly, "From now on, don't touch me for a year."

Colin looked pitiful.

I ignored him, pushing him away and heading for the door.

Trailing behind me like a kicked puppy, Colin seemed to forget he was the relentless one moments ago. "Babe, you don't even recognize me with your clothes on."

I shot him a withering look and had just stepped out of the living room when I saw Bran, sitting straight as an arrow, giving us a mournful look. Clearing my throat, I tried to explain, "The shower was broken... just fixing it."

Bran glared at Colin. "Shameless."

"And you? Skipping school in broad daylight, what are you doing here?" Colin retorted, casually handing me a glass of water.

I didn't respond to him, but I was really thirsty, so I took a sip.

"Annora's in trouble," Bran said grimly.

Colin, who was peeling an apple for me, paused, looking up at Bran. "Give me the details."

"The international police found

Annora's body at a human

trafficking hideout. She knew the police were on her trail, so she deliberately stirred up media attention online before infiltrating the organization. They caught Ker and took her to their hideout. Before she died, she sent her location to the police. The hideout has been

destroyed, and sixteen young geniuses have been rescued, six of whom are foreigners. The rest have been brought back for further investigation."

Bran continued, "The hideout was involved in illegal organ transplants. Wealthy clients would order a

novel.

gically identical clone to

minimize rejection during

transplantation."

So, they were farming these talented individuals, harvesting them repeatedly for their own benefit, minimizing scientific costs.

It was a ruthless business strategy.

"Annora suffered a lot before she died. The organization had a way with torture. Robin Lancaster Finn is back; he found videos of Annora's torture at the hideout, beyond what any human can endure. Yet, she never revealed anything about the 'Rebellion Syndicate.""

Bran took a deep breath, impressed by the resilience of a woman who had endured domestic abuse for so long.

"Her last words were that someday, the light would destroy all darkness."

It seemed Bran had just returned from meeting with Finn.