Chapter eight

Olivia POV

Dread crept into my skin at Dean's statement. Did he find out that Conrad covered up for me? Did Sandra do more investigation? Gush, what if they found out about my secret? I would be dead.

Grim would literally rip my heart off and feed on it with pleasure. I swallowed hard and looked Dean in the eye.

“What about him?” I asked in a calm voice, trying to hide the fear in me.

A smile tugged at his lips. “I heard he covered up for you,” he said.

Adrenaline rushed within my body; the room became too hot to breathe; sweat gathered on my forehead as I tried to remain calm. He said "heard,” which means he is not sure.

“What do you mean?”

He stood up and walked towards me. Don't play games with me, Olivia. You know what I mean,” he whispered, pointing a finger at me.

I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. “How would I know what you mean? Do I have the power to read minds?” I asked, sarcasm dripping off my voice.

“I know you killed them. Theresa and his mother. You are the one who