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.

seemed to play out from that very perspective.

moments in time, we’re no longer ourselves?” Colin’s voice deepened, his

a long time without

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

1. me.

softly, turning to look at him. He had fallen asleep.

off so easily

his skin flawless, not a pore in sight. It was almost infuriating he’d been wandering for so long, wearing ill–fitting clothes, and yet his skin was better than those who

filled with a clean scent reminiscent of

off; I just simply

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Chapter 196

and the night had fallen completely. Colin was

sense of dread filled me. I grabbed my

my phone had been

Colin’s doing…

“Where’s Colin?”

quiet. There was no maid, only an old butler still weeding

in the yard.

you seen Caleb?” I asked,

hearing or suffering from some impairment,

continued his work.

at night, and

dog emerged from the bushes and lay obediently at my feet. It looked gentle; ears