Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Bran leaned casually against the door frame, a sigh of relief escaping him when he saw Colin was okay. "A pair of lunatics..."

"Call the family doctor," Colin spoke with a chilling tone, his gaze heavy with warning towards Bran.

It was as if he was saying, this is the first time, let there not be a second.

Bran, clearly intimidated by Colin, straightened up. "I got it... I wouldn't really let her get hurt..."

Before Bran could finish, Colin had already grabbed a chair from the ground and hurled it with all his might.

I flinched, my breath hitching.

Luckily, Bran dodged in time, his own breathing fast and filled with shock as he looked at Colin.

His eyes held a complex mix of disappointment and hurt. "Caleb! For her, you keep doing this to me, damn it, I've had enough!"

Colin stood still, his fingers trembling slightly.

Disappointed and angry, Bran left.

I thought their friendship was over, but before long, Bran returned, head hung low, carrying a first aid kit and accompanied by a doctor. Bran huffed, standing off to the side with a mix of pride and defiance.

Colin ignored him, cold as ever.

He let the doctor examine my injury.

After a look at the sole of my foot, the doctor cleaned the wound and gave me a tetanus shot. "Be careful, no water on it for the next few days." Once the doctor had left and my wound was treated, Colin, still ignoring Bran, picked me up, intending to carry me back to the bedroom. Stubbornly, Bran followed, finally speaking up after a few steps. "I was wrong..."

I was surprised, watching Bran drop his tough facade, looking very much the contrite young man, actually apologizing to Colin.

"Don't ignore me..." Bran murmured softly. "I don't want to go back to school."

Colin continued to ignore Bran.

This time, Bran, acting on his own, even locked Colin in the basement, clearly infuriating him.

"Isn't it enough that I said I was

yet

wrong?" Bran's youthful frustration was evident; he had apologized still wasn't acknowledging him,

driving him a little crazy.

"I didn't expect her to actually become so... clueless," BranThis belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

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would dare mess with her, but suddenly she's like a damsel."

Bran kept muttering.

Colin glanced down at me, curled up in his arms and listening intently, then shot Bran a warning look. "She's fine now..."

Bran scoffed, then huffed. "You're the odd one out, fancying a fool."

Colin didn't respond, and after returning to the room, he kicked the door shut, leaving Bran outside.

Then, he carried me back to the bathroom, intending to help me bathe.

"Colin..." I looked at him nervously, stopping his hands from undressing me.

I didn't want to, after all, Foebe's legs were too fair, and there was a red handprint on her thigh from where Bran had grabbed too hard...df Colin saw it, he might duel Bran

"I can wash myself... Please, go out," I whispered, pleading.

Colin looked down, a hint of sadness in his voice. "Phoebe, you hurt your foot, you can't get it wet, let me help you."

"Your hand is injured too..." I firmly disagreed.

Colin carefully took my hand. "Phoebe... my hand doesn't hurt."

Seeing he had no intention of leaving, I stood up straight.

The dress slid down...

As expected, Colin's gaze landed on the reddening handprint on the inner side of my fair thigh, his eyes turning cold instantly.

"I'll kill them..." Colin's voice was low and menacing.

"It was... Bran," I muttered softly, almost like I was snitching.

Who told Bran to act all... macho when he came to save me.

Colin furrowed his brows, saying nothing, but the oppressive atmosphere told me everything.

It looked like Bran was in for it today.