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 to close the

him.

to no avail, his kiss

hardly a kiss; it felt deliberate, like a punishment, leaving

called out his name nervously,

and it was

Unable to push him away, my irritation flared and I called him

lifting

didn’t dare to struggle too much, afraid I might fall. “I just bumped into him on the road; it’s not like I wanted to see

his mood remained

nature, and his

to do?” The fear of triggering him and

over me.

160

said: living with a madman, you never know when

me into the room, starting to take off my

out of control, and I slapped

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

cradle my face, the blood from his hand smeared on my

eyes, for some reason, my heart

to comfort

me up that you went looking for me, right? You must have not found me… you’re punishing