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.

my childhood memories seemed to play out from that

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

words for a

madman or a genius, beyond the grasp

1. me.

to look at him. He had

drift off so easily when I was with

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

was filled with a clean scent reminiscent

I just

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10:09

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was ten o’clock, and the night had fallen

grabbed my phone, but there were

phone had been set to Do

Colin’s doing…

“Where’s Colin?”

was no maid, only an

in the yard.

seen Caleb?” I asked,

suffering from some impairment, just glanced

continued his work.

and he

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