Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 196

I fitted a glass with water and carried it into the bedroom, only to find Colin burning up with

fever.

He was curled up on the bed, the blanket untouched beside him.

A pang of concern hit me. How had he managed all these years with such poor self–care skills?

“Phoebe…”

Freached for the thermometer, but Colin caught my wrist and pulled me down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around me.

Even sick, he had the strength of an ox.

“I’m scared,” he murmured with a muffled groan, pulling me closer, Now he thought to cover us both with the blanket, his long legs circling mine as if he feared I’d escape.

“What are you afraid of?” I asked, puzzled,

“I’m afraid of sleeping alone…” He feared waking up to find his dreams shattered.

“Phoebe, tell me, which do you think is the real world – dreams or reality?” Colin whispered.

“Who knows?” I was just as lost.

“Do you know why we see our memories from a bird’s–eye view?” he continued in a soft voice.

stumped me. Indeed, my childhood memories seemed to play

we’re no longer ourselves?” Colin’s voice

words for a long

a madman or a genius, beyond the grasp of ordinary folks like

1. me.

softly, turning to look at him.

to drift off so easily

was almost infuriating he’d been wandering for so long, wearing ill–fitting clothes, and yet his

with a clean scent

remember drifting off; I just simply did in Colin’s

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Chapter 196

up, it was ten o’clock, and the night had fallen completely. Colin was gone.

filled me. I grabbed my

had

Colin’s doing…

“Where’s Colin?”

was no maid,

in the yard.

Caleb?” I asked, anxiety creeping into my

hearing or suffering from some

continued his work.

ten at night, and he was still

lay obediently at my feet. It looked gentle; ears perked like a wolf’s, big eyes brimming