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.

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

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

name nervously, feeling a vague sense

off, and

push him away, my irritation

bleeding hand, he stood up, lifting me in his arms, heading upstairs.

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

to explain, but his

and his current

to do?” The fear of triggering him

over me.

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a madman, you never know when

starting

out

eyes and pulled me in

my face, the blood

eyes, for some reason,

inside told me to hold him, to comfort him, that he was

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 me, aren’t you?” His control began to slip, his arms tightening around me, his voice muffled