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.

turned and led everyone out, making sure

him.

his kiss making it hard

felt deliberate, like a punishment, leaving me no room to catch my breath.

out his name nervously,

off, and it

irritation flared and I called him

up, lifting me in his arms, heading

into him on the road; it’s not like I

to explain, but his mood remained ominously

mercurial by nature, and his current demeanor… it frightened me.

you planning to do?” The fear of triggering

over me.

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with a madman, you never know when he might snap.

room, starting to take off my

emotions spiraling out of control, and

hurt eyes and pulled me in close again. “Phoebe… you’re mine, mine…”

he lifted his hand to cradle my face, the

his quivering eyes, for some reason, my heart ached

voice inside told me to hold him, to comfort him, that

You must have not found me… you’re punishing me, aren’t you?” His control began to slip, his arms tightening