“What do you mean put him down?” I stared at my aunt. “You did not say anything about putting anyone down. I am here to steal the Rosetta file.”
“And how do you intend to do that?”
I stared at her, stunned.
“You expect me to commit murder?” I whispered, as my head spun.
“Who said anything about murder.” Her eyes went hard. “And what is wrong with murder?”
“What?”
“You are forgetting yourself, girl.” She let out a dark smile, a smile that reminded me too much of Dean, and a shiver ran through me.
“If I say jump, you say how freaking high.” She leaned in to stare in my eyes. “Your life is mine, Olivia.”
“Take it,” I said, as the first tears jumped into my eyes.
“f*****g take it! It’s better than living as your slave. I am not my father, I did not kill my mother!” I yelled in her
