Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 309

He was only peeking his head halfway through, a look of distress in his eyes.

I rubbed my eyes to make sure it wasn't just a trick of the light, and then I darted over in a panic. "Colin..."

Seeing how frightened I was, he mustered his strength, pushed himself up on the windowsill, and leaped inside.

I gotta admit, it was kinda cool.

For a moment, it was like being whisked back to my teenage years. This scene used to unfold quite often in the past, it seems. I'd just forgotten.

"How did you... break out?" I cradled Colin's face in my hands, examining him closely.

There were bruises at the corners of his mouth and eyes, and marks on his Adam's apple where he'd clearly been choked. He had been bound...

I checked him all over frantically, finding red marks on his wrists and ankles, scars on his arms.

Panic surged through me, and I reached to lift his hoodie, only to have Colin grasp my hands.

His voice was still hoarse, tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "Phoebe... they wouldn't let me see you."

Tears welled up in my eyes as I whispered, "Let me look..."

his gaze,

his well-defined abs. They were just reddened,

done to you?" I

scared. Scared that Damian had brainwashed Colin and

into his arms, his voice trembling. "Phoebe... I

hand, not wanting to waste another second. "Let's go

on my hand tightened. "They know I'd

realizing Colin had

out soon. Why take the risk to escape?" I murmured, aware of the

on me grew firmer. "I was

Afraid of what?

is just a vessel for the soul... I was afraid..."

can't control the body, it becomes a source of

psychiatrists always have drugs and methods to make patients—or even sane

substances like GHB, the so-called

my name, but I could hear

done to you?" My voice shook as I scrutinized his

That bastard Damian...

'mentally ill,' Damian felt he could

was

cupped my face as if to etch my image into his