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.

what do you want?” he asked, turning back to me with

want…” to find the real killer, to see Melody get her comeuppance, to

it happen,” Colin assured me, his gaze fixed on me with intense sincerity. “Phoebe, just don’t

of guilt. “I won’t,”

smile was pure, almost

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

at the orphanage…” He suddenly turned his

in the

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tales of sorrow.

desolation and helplessness. I reached out instinctively to offer some comfort but recoiled at my own impulse.

I losing my mind? Or had I been bewitched by this creature cloaked in

and eventually, I succumbed to sleep.

mentioned, the room’s fragrance was thick with seduction, stirring

the blankets in irritation, forgetting that I was sharing a

each time. Throughout it all, his breathing was hot, betraying his struggle to

delirious, grabbing at

of cold water

awake, sitting up and glaring at him. “What are you