I stood there, my body trembling and my mind racing. This has gone from emotional manipulation and deception to cold blooded murder. I was in way over my head.
"I'm sorry," Elijah said, breaking the silence.
"For what? For not defending me? For not standing up to him?" I said, my bitterness lacing my words. He had watched my father slap me and said nothing. He had agreed to train me to become a killer and said nothing.
"For everything," he said, his voice soft. "For what he's turning you into. For what he's making you do."
"It's a little too late for apologies, don't you think?" I said, turning away from him, my arms wrapped around myself. "You should have stood up to him when you had the chance. But you were too scared. Just like me. You’ve always been happy to do his dirty jobs. And
