Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 81

“Colin, have you ever killed someone?” In the dim light of the room, I whispered the question.

He paused for a moment, looking up at me with piercing eyes, neither confirming nor denying.

“Let’s sleep,” he said, pulling back the duvet and gesturing for me to get in.

I hesitated but eventually crawled under the covers.

The rain had started outside, and the room was chilly. I’ve always hated the cold. It makes every muscle in my body tense up, like I’m about to shake apart.

I know I’m someone who’s desperate for a sense of security and affection. Because I was starved for love, that’s why I spent years hung up on Dexter. I loved Dexter, maybe just to fill the void in my soul.

When it comes down to it, everyone’s selfish. There’s no one who lives solely for another, with a heart and eyes for that person alone.

Just like Dexter, he seemed so smitten with Melody, but that didn’t stop him from doing all those vile things to me.

Thinking back on it all just makes my skin crawl.

Colin went to take a shower, and through the frosted glass door of the bathroom, I could see the yellowish light.

During our time together, I noticed Colin had this thing about soaking in the tub.

I often worried he might end up drowning himself.

tonight was no different. Even as I grew sleepy, he showed no signs

Out of nowhere, I worried he might have died in

boomed outside, the room feeling vast and empty, and he was still in the bathroom, silent

out of bed and tapped on the door, but there was no response. I

was dead? But how could a killer die

open with force, holding my

steam hadn’t yet cleared, and there he was, curled up in the tub, seemingly fast

bed with me. Back when we were holed up

said, approaching him and giving him a

move, just

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I

suspected, he was burning

went to turn on the lights, heat some water, and

calling out for

I sighed.

he keep calling

lied to him

Foebe lie to you?” I asked

wanted to know what had happened between Colin and Foebe. Even though I had some of Foebe’s

I have to

my brow, straining to understand, and