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.

childhood memories seemed to

return to those moments in time, we’re no longer ourselves?” Colin’s voice deepened, his grip on my hand tightening.

his words for a

a genius,

1. me.

some water?” I coaxed softly, turning to

to drift off so easily when I was with

for so

with a clean scent reminiscent

I just simply did in Colin’s

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10:09

Chapter 196

ten o’clock, and the night had fallen

me. I grabbed my phone, but there

found my phone had been set

Colin’s doing…

“Where’s Colin?”

was no maid,

in the yard.

asked, anxiety creeping into

or suffering from some impairment, just glanced at

continued his work.

at night, and he was

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