Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 274

Chapter 274 

Leaning Into Colin’s embrace, I deliberately brought up my pregnancy again, just to rile Henry up. 

Even if Colin wasn’t around, there was still our baby. 

“Sir, ma’am.” Eric’s car was parked just beside us, and he opened the door, ushering us in. 

I cast a glance at the man standing silently behind Colin. He wore a baseball cap and remained silent but was ever–vigilant, guarding Colin’s back. 

“He is…” I whispered as we got into the car. 

“Bodyguard.” The man himself answered my question before Colin could. 

“His name is Bran. Eric adopted him. He’s in charge of our protection,” Colin whispered back to me. 

Bran hummed dismissively, his cap’s bill lowered as he gazed out the car window. 

I had this nagging feeling that Bran held some animosity, but I couldn’t tell if it was directed at me or someone else. 

I looked at Colin, then at Eric. 

One was his foster father, the other his employer. Naturally, the animosity wasn’t aimed at them, which left me. 

Had I offended him in some way? 

“Eric, did you set up the reporter ahead of time?” I asked. 

Eric glanced at me through the rear–view mirror before nodding. “Yes.” 

I breathed a sigh of relief. At least Colin wasn’t facing this alone. 

He knew to bring a bodyguard to handle Melody and to alert the media to intercept Henry. 

“Phoebe, you’re so amazing. With you around, they wouldn’t dare mess with me.” Colin flashed me a smile, innocent and pure. 

I felt a twinge of guilt. Wasn’t it supposed to be you rescuing me, big guy? 

“Hmph.” Bran, sitting in the passenger seat, let out another grunt. 

I wondered if he had some sort of nasal issue… 

As Eric drove past Henry’s car, Hooked out the window, my expression darkening instantly. 

The person who hadn’t left Henry’s car was Damian. 

had done my research on Damian. He was a formidable psychiatrist, a well–known counselor in Sea City, and had won countless awards years ago, even securing the highest honors in his field. He was considered a prodigy in the world of mental health, not just in Sea City but globally. 

What was most unsettling was that his research focused on treatments for super–male children and the so–called ‘bad seeds. 

It’s common knowledge that super–male kids are born with a genetic anomaly that makes them uncontrollably aggressive. Without altering their genes, curing their ‘condition‘ seemed an impossible task. 

Yet, Damian had numerous clinical experiences and successful case studies. Countless parents sought him out, entrusting their children, whom they considered ‘bad seeds,‘ into Damian’s care, all in the hopes of them being ‘normal‘ after discharge. 

Damian rolled down his car window, looking over in our direction. 

A chill ran down my spine, and I found myself avoiding his gaze as my breathing became erratic. 

Danger. 

An inner voice warned me that this man was dangerous.