Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73 

“It’s pouring, you know. Ever heard of taking shelter?” I dashed over to the bench, grabbed him by the arm, and hustled him toward the mall to escape the rain. 

“You told me to stay… I’d wait forever,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine with unsettling intensity. 

A sudden pang of headache struck me, fierce and unbidden. 

That moment felt eerily familiar, as though dredged up from a sea of lost memories. 

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, Phoebe?” His voice trembled with a nervous edge as if he was desperate for affirmation. 

The drizzle had plastered his hair to his forehead, that face of his devilishly enchanting. 

“Put your shoes on,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze. This man had the allure of a siren. 

He must have a talent for beguiling people’s hearts; that’s probably why even the cops couldn’t peg him as a killer. 

I had Colin sit on the bench as I tended to a cut on his foot, wrapping it carefully in gauze before slipping on his socks and shoes. 

He leaned against the backrest, watching me with the obedience of a well–trained hound. 

I found myself curious about who he really was beneath it all. 

“Did Samuel give you any trouble when he woke up?” I asked, looking up. 

He nodded, his eyes brimming with a pitiful look, stretching out his arm to reveal a bruise on his forearm, the telltale sign of defensive wounds. 

“That lunatic…” I hissed under my breath, inspecting the bruise. “We need to get you to al hospital.” 

Colin shook his head, his hand catching mine in a firm grip, 

My instinct was to pull away, but he held on tight. His fingertips were cool, yet the touch sent a strange tingle through my skin. “Let go,” I insisted. 

He didn’t respond, just gripped my wrist even tighter. 

Just as I was about to snap at him, he whispered, “It hurts…” 

I paused, my irritation fizzling out as I decided to play along for a moment to see what game he was playing. “You don’t look like you’re in any pain to me!” 

If his arm was really broken, he wouldn’t have the strength to hold onto me.. 

After a long stare, he finally released my hand. “Don’t leave me, don’t lie to me again.” 

I crouched before him, momentarily at a loss for words. 

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Chapter 73 

“Well, if it isn’t a small world after all. Looks like this nutjob escaped from the Langley estate all by himself today.” 

That voice could only belong to one of Dexter’s cronies, Kyle. 

I turned around with a stony expression to find Kyle with a woman on his arm, presumably shopping. Just my luck to run into them.