Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 367

Rushing home, I scrambled out of the car and bolted for the basement.

Coly, trapped in its cage, was going berserk, clearly sensing its owner's distress and unease.

Panic surged within me, my foot wound reopened, spilling blood, and I tumbled down the stairs.

Agony engulfed me, and I couldn't hold back the tears.

Gritting my teeth against the pain, I hobbled towards the basement.

Fear began to grip me.

Noise from the basement, like Colin throwing things around, wouldn't scare me. But silence did.

Bran had mentioned, Colin could hurt himself.

I didn't understand why I was so worried, it felt like a voice inside me insisted, "Save him, save him."

Fumbling with the doorknob, my fingers trembling, I twisted off the wire lock and pushed the door open.

The moment the door swung open, the smell of blood hit me.

Frozen at the doorway, I saw Colin lying on the couch.

He seemed to have lost his mind, destroying everything in the room, his blood everywhere.

There he lay on the couch, his fingers still dripping blood, as if exhausted from his frenzy.

He was hurting himself.

"Colin..." I called out his name.

He struggled to open his eyes, and upon seeing me, his gaze flickered, pulling me into a tight embrace. "Phoebe... I'm sorry."

Even though he did nothing wrong, he always felt the need to apologize.

"You promised me you wouldn't hurt yourself." My voice trembled with genuine fear.

"I didn't hurt myself…" Colin murmured, guilt evident in his voice.