Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter) novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87 

Colin’s breath was coming out in ragged, hot bursts, and beads of sweat dotted his forehead, a clear sign he was burning up with fever. His frame wobbled unsteadily. 

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice a soft whisper. “Phoebe, I’m scared.” 

Scared? Him? Whenever Colin showed up, it was everyone else who got scared….. 

Especially the likes of Serena, who got their kicks from bullying others. 

But Colin, he seemed like he could kill someone at any moment. 

“So you are… up to no good, after all, teaming up with this psycho murderer! If you dared to come today, don’t even think about leaving!” Serena spat out furiously, gesturing to her cronies to take action. 

Stella hadn’t even processed the situation before I grabbed her and Collin’s arm and bolted for the exit. 

Colin, jerked forward by my tug, nearly lost his footing. 

Serena had brought three guys with her, all built like linebackers. 

Knowing when to pick your battles is a sign of wisdom, and sometimes, retreat is the best strategy. 

Stella and I dashed out quickly, and I frantically pressed the elevator button. 

“Why are we waiting for the elevator? Did you call the cops?” I asked while sprinting. 

“How was I supposed to know we’d get jumped…” Stella panted, trying to keep up and sounding indignant. 

“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, close to tears. 

Stella stopped in her tracks and turned to me. 

I was puzzled. “What are you looking at… Keep running.” * 

She didn’t answer, instead looking back down the deserted hallway. “Where is he?” 

I froze for a second, realizing Colin hadn’t followed. 

“Colin!” My instincts kicked in, and I raced back towards the trouble. 

He was still sick, after all! 

“Colin!” I grabbed a fire extinguisher from the corridor and charged back in, unwilling to watch him get beaten. 

As I burst into the living room, I was taken aback. I didn’t need to lift a finger; the goons were already sprawled on the floor, wailing in agony. 

Chapter 87 

Serena was sitting paralyzed on the floor, her face ashen. “Psycho… he’s a psycho…” 

Colin dropped the stick in his hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and gave me a grin. 

I stood there, fire extinguisher in hand, in shock. 

His skin was so pale, and the stark contrast of the blood against his face was jarring. 

Who knew that him smiling at me after beating people up could be so unsettling? 

My heart skipped a beat, and I tossed the extinguisher aside, grabbed Colin, and made a beeline for the door. 

We didn’t speak on the way out, the tension thick in the air. Colin was silent, following meekly like a child who knew he had done wrong, head hung low. 

It wasn’t until we were in a safe place that I couldn’t hold back any longer and began to scold him. “Have you lost your mind? Don’t you know you’re sick? What were you thinking running out here!”