Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 89

I kept a vigilant eye on our surroundings as I pulled Stella closer to me.

I

“Is someone there?” Stella whispered, peering into the box with me.

I shook my head, my gaze fixed on a shadowy figure not far down the alley.

Sensing our attention, the figure swiftly darted away.

I glanced up at Colin, who still had a fierce gleam in his eyes. Standing in the dim alley, he looked like Satan himself, just crawled out from the depths of hell.

Tentatively, I called out, “Colin?”

He turned to look at me, and I could practically see the anger in his eyes dissolve into a clear, innocent bewilderment. “Phoebe, I feel so lightheaded.”

Then, suddenly, his nearly six–foot–three frame collapsed onto me.

I had no time to protest; I could only let him lean on me.

*He looks all skinny, but boy, he’s heavy,” Stella grumbled, helping me support Colin as we dragged him toward the curb.

It seemed like he had passed out, all his weight bearing down on me.

breath, “Why is he so

a cab, and together, we managed to stuff Colin into

Langley family estate,” I

1. me.

curious about Colin and nodded in agreement.

on me, his forehead burning up; he seemed to

touched his forehead and sighed.

some twisted murderer, what was his connection

Colin really married?” Stella asked quietly. “Is he really your husband? Is he

Colin’s mind. “Although he’s quite handsome,

me. That was Stella for you, always one–track–minded.

and it’s a long story,” I said, rubbing my

Chapter 89

up one day, was forced into a shotgun wedding, and now had a

for whether

has his moments of madness,”

thought he was all looks. I was thinking how fair God is, giving him that

myself defending Colin. “He was in college by his teens, in the gifted program. He’s one of

eyes widened in shock, pointing at

my arms, burrowing into me,

didn’t catch the slight smile playing at

hard, still in disbelief. “You can’t tell