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.

everyone out,

him.

avail, his

deliberate, like a punishment, leaving me no room

I called out his name nervously, feeling a vague

was off, and it

push him away, my irritation flared and I called him by Caleb..

lifting

to struggle too much, afraid I might fall. “I just bumped into him on the road; it’s not like I wanted to see him. He’s like a bad penny,

explain, but his mood remained

by nature, and his current demeanor… it frightened

you planning to do?” The fear of triggering him

over me.

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

the room, starting

emotions spiraling out of control, and

and pulled me in close again. “Phoebe… you’re

cradle my face, the blood from his hand smeared

plea in his quivering eyes, for some reason, my heart ached

him, to comfort him, that he was easy to

Phoebe… I’m the one at fault; it’s because they locked me up that you went looking for me, right? You must have not found me… you’re punishing