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.

Indeed, my childhood memories seemed to play out from that

it possible that when we return to those moments in time, we’re no longer ourselves?” Colin’s voice deepened,

for a

a madman or a

1. me.

softly, turning to look at him. He had fallen

off so easily when I

been wandering for so long, wearing ill–fitting clothes, and yet his skin

scent reminiscent of sandalwood,

I just

1/2

10:09

Chapter 196

ten o’clock, and the

of dread filled me. I grabbed my phone, but there

found my phone had been

Colin’s doing…

“Where’s Colin?”

eerily quiet. There was no maid, only an old butler

in the yard.

have you seen Caleb?” I asked, anxiety creeping

perhaps hard of hearing or suffering from some impairment,

continued his work.

ten at night, and he was

emerged from the bushes and lay obediently at my feet. It looked gentle; ears perked like a wolf’s, big eyes brimming with innocence