Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 310

"Alright," I nodded, my voice firm but lighthearted, like I was agreeing to some everyday plan instead of a pact of trust.

I believe in you.

"Let's head back home," I murmured, trying to make my tone sound casual and hopeful.

Colin's fingers were trembling - a telltale sign he was nearing his limit. As we stepped outside, right on cue, Dexter and the people from the mental health sanatorium arrived.

Talk about perfect timing.

"He escaped. I figured he'd come to you," Dexter said, his brow furrowed in concern, his voice deep and his gaze on Colin icy.

"Carl's dropped the charges, and the paperwork's almost through. I'm taking him back home. We don't need any hospital treatment!" My grip on Colin's hand tightened, silently vowing to myself.

I'm not letting anyone take him away again.

"Sorry, we have our protocols at the clinic," Damian interjected, strolling in with an air of nonchalance, as though he'd let a pet slip away on purpose, only to reel it back in at his leisure.

He gave Colin a meaningful look and smiled. "Colin, it's time to return. Have you forgotten our conversation?"

Instinctively, I glanced back at Colin. "Don't listen to him, don't even look..."

I had this nagging feeling Damian was hypnotizing Colin.

Colin's grip faltered, his hand slowly unclasping from mine.

My heart raced, panic-stricken, I shook my head furiously at Colin.

"Damian, you bastard, what have you done to him!" In a frenzy, I lunged at Damian, only to be yanked back by the collar of my shirt.

I turned, shocked and scared, to face Colin. He pulled me into his embrace, holding on stubbornly.

It seemed like he was about to collapse, yet protecting me was his primal instinct.

Tears stung my eyes as I faced Damian again. "You're insane..."