Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace (Dexter and Phoebe) novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82 

Staring at him, I couldn’t quite put my finger on the feeling, but wasn’t he just a little too obedient? 

Was it possible that he’d agree to anything I said? 

“Stay put; I’ll dry your hair,” I said, fetching the blow dryer and setting to work. 

He sat still as if he were a statue in the bathtub like he really was that compliant. 

Skepticism crept in, and I decided to test him again. “You’re crashing on the couch tonight; I get the bed.” 

Colin glanced back at me, his eyes a mix of innocence and allure. 

I expected resistance, but he simply nodded. “Okay.” 

“You’d agree to anything I say?” I prodded. 

He nodded again. 

“So, if I told you to jump off a bridge, you’d do it?” I couldn’t help but ask, curious. 

His body stiffened, he didn’t turn to face me, just nodded. 

razy…” I muttered under my breath, standing up to leave. “Come on, get out and go to sleep. You can sleep on the bed, but no funny business.” 

I lay in bed, waiting for ages before he finally emerged. 

He approached the bed hesitantly, then, clutching a pillow, seemed to resign himself to the floor. 

“The floor’s cold; take the bed,” I said, cocooned in my duvet. 

“I can’t…” His voice was low, a refusal. 

“Why not?” I asked, puzzled. After all, he had shared the bed with me for the first few days after 

I came back, and now that we had a kid, what was he playing at? 

“I could hurt you.” Colin whispered. 

“What?” 

“I have strong desires for you,” he said bluntly. 

Stunned, I pulled the duvet tighter around me. “Then, yeah, the floor is yours.” 

Perhaps it was the presence of another person by the bed. That night, I slept surprisingly well. When I woke up, it was nearly noon. Colin was still on the floor, looking worse for wear. Touching his forehead, I panicked and dashed out. “Hey, housekeeper! Call a doctor!” 

16:13 

Chapter BZ 

Colin was sick, seriously so, and had been unconscious for far too long. 

I felt guilty for having him sleep on the floor. 

But he seemed too compliant, actually taking my word and spending the whole night on the hardwood. 

Sitting on the couch, I rubbed my temples in a daze. My phone rang, and it took me a moment to snap out of it. 

“Hello?” 

“It’s me.” It was Stella on the other end. 

I straightened up. “Stella.” 

“Another one’s in trouble,” Stella’s voice was hoarse.