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.

hint of his words could freeze you to the core.

to ensure he’d

struggling to find the words to describe Samuel’s malevolence and the

within his soul.

as I continued to

if he had no nerves left for pain. How could

head, his

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

I

limbs, they could contain him. But in doing so, they were destroying a genius.

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gaze locked onto mine as he called out my

first

question was serious, his

was baffled. “Who?”

name as if it were a verdict.

shocked, unable to process

wish