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

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

pondered his words for a

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

1. me.

some water?” I coaxed softly, turning to

seemed to drift off so easily when I was

for so long, wearing ill–fitting clothes, and yet his skin was better than those

filled with a clean scent reminiscent of sandalwood, indescribably soothing and sleep–inducing.

just

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10:09

Chapter 196

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

grabbed my

I found my phone had been set

Colin’s doing…

“Where’s Colin?”

was no

in the yard.

you seen Caleb?” I asked, anxiety creeping into

butler, perhaps hard of hearing or suffering from

continued his work.

night, and he was still

my feet. It looked gentle; ears perked like a wolf’s, big