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.

ever so composed, turned and led everyone out, making

him.

back, to no avail, his

kiss; it felt deliberate, like a

name nervously, feeling a vague sense

mood was off, and it was

away, my irritation flared and I called

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

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

explain, but his mood remained

by nature, and his current demeanor…

to do?” The fear of triggering him and losing

over me.

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a madman, you never know when he might snap.

room, starting to take off my

spiraling out of control, and

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

trembled, and as he lifted his hand to cradle my face, the blood

his quivering eyes, for some reason, my heart ached

to hold him, to

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.