Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace ( Dexter )

I frowned, wary as I eyed him.

He just flashed me a grin. "Melody must've shared some secrets with you, huh? That's just the tip of the iceberg."

He knew. He knew that Melody had spilled the beans about those so-called cloning experiments.

"The cops are already on it. Melody's turned me in. It won't be long before they trace it back to me. And you guessed it... I'm just another pawn in their game. When push comes to shove, they'll sacrifice me without a second thought," Damian said, his voice tinged with sadness as he opened the car door. "Want to know more? Then come take a ride with me."

I eyed Damian skeptically. Was he really going to spill the beans just like that?

"Think we were born yesterday?" Colin's voice was deep and grounded, standing by my side.

Damian's gaze shifted to Coly, who was baring his teeth at us, and he chuckled. "Phoebe, trust no one. Anyone could be a spy planted by 'The Organization' to monitor you, even pushing the experimental data forward, including... a dog."

Damian's words sent a chill down my spine. Although he mentioned only a dog, it was a clear metaphor for everyone involved.

"Ever seen 'The Truman Show'?" Damian spoke again. "Art imitates life, but life always surpasses art."

I clenched my fists, looking at Colin.

Everyone... Were they all just pawns placed around me? Was Colin one of them too?

In my memory, there was this scene... Colin, in agony, holding me as I was covered in blood, stopping me from hurting myself. He said, "Phoebe... I have nothing. I'm just a piece used to play their games. I can live without the whole world, but not without you..."

Belief is the drive and courage for a person to keep living.

And Phoebe was Colin's belief and courage.

"Phoebe, stop hurting yourself, please."

"My time is running out," Damian reminded me again.

The 'Rebellion Syndicate's' protest game had evidently caused a significant butterfly effect. The

higher-ups were taking

seriously,

meaning the capital behind

Gene-Forge Collective was about to

start cleaning house.

I had thought Melody would be the one they'd eliminate, but Damian was on the list too.

I guessed that before the cops could get to Damian, the capital behind the scenes would ensure he was silenced forever.

"I have no regrets. After all, I've lived many more years than your parents," Damian said, retracting his black umbrella and getting into the car. I looked at Colin, and he looked back at me.

Damian didn't have much time left, and there was still so much we needed to know.

"About your parents' death, I'm sorry," Damian said as we got into the car.

He was talking about Phoebe's parents.

"As for your father..." Damian's gaze fell on Colin. "His death was purely his own doing. Openly opposing 'The Organization' was like a moth to a flame."

Colin frowned.

"I advise you, before becoming a capital that even 'The Organization fears, don't make any rash moves," Damian seemed to be cautioning us, as if on the brink of death.

"Caleb Langley, the dumbest thing you did was selling the Langley Group to All-Stars Consortium. All-Stars Consortium has risen too, quickly in recent years. 'The

Organization' fears and yet cou

All-Stars Consortium. Last year, All-Stars Consortium donated billions to 'The Organization's' labs, allowing them to prate deeper into the inner circle... By handing over the Langley Group to them, you've only made them stronger."

The situation was only going to get worse from there.

Colin smirked, his grip tightening on my hands. "That's not your concern."

I couldn't help but glance at Colin.

To fight against 'The Organization', one must first become the capital.

Could All-Stars Consortium be linked to Colin?