Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 56

Colin clambered into bed immediately, settling himself right on the edge. He seemed almost too alert, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine.

“Aren’t you tired?” I asked, his stare making me uneasy. The shadows of my past life, the ones that culminated in death, seemed to hover around me.

Though I had mostly come to terms with the fact that I had been given a second chance at life, the idea of sharing a room with a murderer was anything but soothing.

“Phoebe.” he said, his voice deadly serious. “They won’t let you go until you’re pregnant. They check on us every twenty–four hours. The food they give us… It’s laced with aphrodisiacs.”

I shot up in bed, gagging at the thought of the dinner I had just eaten. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“It’s no use,” he said, a cynical laugh escaping him. “Even the air fresheners are designed to stir up the passions to make animals of us.”

For a moment, I thought I saw a chilling depth in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“Have you ever… thought about fighting back? Against how they’re treating you?” I asked tentatively.

Was it the abuse and inhuman torture by the Langley family that twisted his mind and led him to kill?

“At first, no. I had lost everything worth protecting. But now I’m thinking about it,” he murmured, looking away into the distance, his voice deep and resonant.

I couldn’t quite grasp his meaning, yet I felt memories pressing at the edges of my mind, eager to break through.

turning back to me with earnest eyes.

out. I want…” to find the real killer, to see

desire, I can make it happen,” Colin assured me, his gaze fixed on me

felt a twinge of

smile was pure, almost

and the scars on your body? How did you get those?” I attempted to lighten the mood with my question, aiming to

suddenly turned his

that even in the absence of sound, a body

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Chapter 56

tales of sorrow.

at his back, I could feel the desolation and helplessness. I reached out instinctively to offer

mind? Or had I been bewitched by this creature cloaked in an angel’s

passed in a daze, and eventually, I succumbed to sleep.

had mentioned, the room’s fragrance was thick

off the blankets in irritation, forgetting that I was sharing a space with

but I kicked the blankets away each time. Throughout it all, his breathing was hot, betraying his struggle to

I murmured, delirious, grabbing

a cup of cold water on

glaring at him. “What are you