Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 166

“Don’t worry, they’re just a bunch of nobodies,” Eric said with an air of nonchalance.

Colin was still feeling wronged, clutching my hand, deliberately showing me his hand that was cut when he smashed the window. “Phoebe… it hurts.”

I glanced at the wound; it was bleeding, but it was minor compared to the self–inflicted injuries he’d had before.

“Grab the first aid kit.” I took his hand and sat on the couch, carefully tending to his wound.

Colin suddenly leaned in close, sniffing the air around me, his eyes darkening with a fleeting. shadow of anger. “Phoebe… you’ve seen Dexter.”

I stared at Colin, startled. How did he know?

“His scent… it’s off–putting,” Colin frowned.

I sniffed myself, looking back at Colin.

Did he have a dog’s nose or something? It was so sensitive.

“He…”

Before I could explain, he suddenly pressed my head down and kissed me.

I panicked, trying to push him away. Eric and the others were still here.

led everyone out, making

him.

avail, his kiss making it hard

kiss; it felt deliberate, like a punishment, leaving me no room to catch my

called out his name nervously, feeling a vague sense of

mood was off, and

irritation flared and I called

up, lifting

might fall. “I just bumped into him on the road; it’s not like I wanted to see

to explain, but his mood remained ominously low.

and his current demeanor…

planning to do?” The fear of triggering him and losing control

over me.

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was like Dexter said: living with a madman, you never

respond, just carried me into the room, starting to take off my clothes in

I struggled, my emotions spiraling out of control, and I slapped him.

at me with hurt eyes and pulled me in close again.

as he lifted his hand to cradle my face, the blood from

quivering eyes, for some reason, my heart ached

him, to comfort him, that he was

me, right? You must have not found me… you’re punishing me, aren’t you?” His control began