Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Hmph Bran huffed again from the passenger seat.

I glanced over with a puzzled frown and whispered to Colin, “Is it just me, or does he seem a bit sick?”

Colin’s gaze darkened for a moment, then he spoke with a casual air that carried an undercurrent of warning, “He’s got hay fever.”

Sure enough, the good looking guy with the hay fever in the passenger seat clammed up

I took a better look at Bran. He was tall, so tall that his face was obscured from this angle, especially with the baseball cap he was wearing. His features were indistinct, but he had the vibe of a heartthrob– and he sounded young.

As expected, Eric pulled up in front of Harmony High School.

The teenager was clearly reluctant. “Don’t wanna go.”

“Finals are around the corner, kid. Like it or not, you’re going,” Eric’s voice held a threatening edge.

Bran snorted again. “Don’t need to study; I’ll ace it anyway. And what’s the point? I’m better off protecting…”

He cut himself off, casting a glance back at Colin, then huffed once more. “You’ve seen the way he falls apart when I’m not around.”

I blinked, amused by the novelty of his insult.

“Get to school,” Eric growled through gritted teeth.

Bran was like that stereotypical troubled teen, reluctantly getting out of the car with

another snort.

I was starting to believe the hay fever story.

“Take that hat off!” Eric scolded with the exasperation of a parent who can’t quite hide his

affection.

I’d always thought of Eric as some sort of emotionless robot, all about work. But watching him interact with Bran, I saw a spark of humanity.

The boy gave Colin a sullen look, but Colin didn’t even bother lifting his eyelids, just kept hugging me.

When Bran finally took off his hat and tossed it angrily onto the dashboard, he transformed. Without the hat, he looked more approachable, his buzz cut adding a hint of edginess. He wasn’t as stunning as Colin, but he definitely stood out as a looker among high schoolers.

switched my gaze between Bran and Colin.

Of course, Colin was the one with the otherworldly good looks.

Feeling like I hit the jackpot, I caressed Colin’s face and blurted out, “So handsome…

Colin snuggled closer, his smile radiant. “Yours.”

My cheeks flushed. Damn, he really knew how to charm.

Colin was about to seize the moment for a kiss and a cuddle, maybe even a little whine about his aches and pains, when the car door slammed open, and Bran was back, asking Eric for cash. “Need my allowance.”

Eric reached into the glove compartment and handed Bran some money. Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

This time, Bran’s gaze skipped Colin and landed on me with a shadowy intensity.

His eyes… there was no malice in them, but they sent a shiver down my spine.

The car door slammed shut again, and I jumped.

Eric finally spoke up, “My apologies, young master, madam. Work has kept me from disciplining him properly; he’s developed quite the temper.”

“If discipline’s lacking, then enforce it. Set rules, or cut the allowance,” Colin’s voice was deep and firm.

I felt like he was issuing a threat.

“Ha, teenagers are supposed to rebel. It’s normal, and the kid’s got looks. Seems pretty popular at school,” I hurriedly changed the subject.

As soon as Bran stepped out, a group of girls surrounded him, clearly smitten.

Colin seemed a bit miffed, grabbing my head and turning it back to face him. “I’m better looking.”

I nodded vigorously in agreement, No question, he was the more stunning one.

I couldn’t help but feel relieved that Colin had been whisked off to the Genius Class in his teens. If he’d been in regular school, I bet those high school girls would have devoured him. And then where would I be?