Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 92

“Phoebe, don’t lie to me anymore…” Colin clung to me, his grip tight as if he feared I’d vanish into thin air.

I could sense the trauma etched deep within him, like scars of a war long past. I had to tread lightly, coaxing him into a sense of security, hoping he’d come to rely on me and then spill the truth about everything he knew concerning the serial murderer at large.

Colin was on guard, repeating his plea for honesty. I knew he hadn’t fully let me in.

If I pressed him now, he’d clam up for sure.

“Time for bed,” I said as I ushered Colln Into the bedroom, making sure he took his medicine before I tended to the bandages on his hands and feet.

Peeling back the layers of gauze, the blood–soaked wounds revealed themselves in stark, harrowing detail.

I winced, feeling a knot of tension in my back. These injuries looked painful enough to make anyone’s stomach churn.

“How did this happen?” I asked gently, dabbing at his wounds with saline solution. “From tomorrow on, you’re in a wheelchair – no walking, got it?”

Colin met my gaze and nodded obediently. When he wasn’t in the throes of his demons, he was as docile as a big, loyal dog. But when those demons came out to play, even I found myself afraid.

“They… they wouldn’t let me escape, made,me walk on hot coals…” Colin’s voice was a hoarse whisper, stripped of emotion yet filled with a bone–chilling coldness.

fear or terror, but the icy hint of

ensure he’d

the words to describe Samuel’s malevolence and

his

asked softly as I continued to clean his wounds,

as if he had no nerves left for pain.

shook his head,

that he couldn’t feel; he’d just grown

his feet, I moved on to his hands.

could contain him.

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as he

away the first aid kit,

question was serious,

was baffled. “Who?”

as if it were a

back at Colin, shocked, unable to process his words immediately.

wish him dead?