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.

composed, turned and led everyone out, making

him.

pushed back, to no avail, his kiss making it hard

a punishment,

I called out his name nervously, feeling a

off, and it was

away, my irritation flared

he stood up, lifting me in his arms,

struggle too much, afraid I might fall. “I just bumped into him on the road; it’s

tried to explain, but his mood

was mercurial by nature, and his current

to do?” The fear of

over me.

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living with a madman, you never know when

the room, starting to take off my

emotions spiraling out of control, and I

me with hurt eyes and pulled me

and as he lifted his hand to cradle my face, the blood from his hand smeared on my skin, hot

eyes, for some

to hold him, to comfort him, that he was easy to

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