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.

and led everyone out, making sure

him.

no avail, his

felt deliberate, like a

name nervously, feeling a vague sense of

and it was unsettling.

away, my irritation flared and I

lifting me

bumped into him on the road; it’s not like I wanted to see him. He’s like a

his mood remained ominously low.

nature, and

fear of triggering him

over me.

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was like Dexter said: living with a madman,

just carried me into the room, starting to take off

emotions spiraling out of control, and I slapped

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

cradle my face, the blood from his hand smeared on my skin, hot and stinging.

in his quivering eyes, for some reason, my

him, to comfort him,

locked me up that you went looking for me, right? You must have not found me… you’re punishing me, aren’t you?” His control began to slip, his arms tightening around me, his voice muffled with apologies.