"What are you doing?" Serena asked in panic, her widened eyes set on Lucian.
"I want to grant your wish," Lucian answered casually. "You wanted to kill her. You brought a weapon, remember? Oh, maybe I should use your weapon of choice." He spoke in a thoughtful manner, getting up from the bed and heading to the spot where the knife lay. He picked it up and approached Mitchell. He lowered himself to a squatting position, brandishing the knife before her trembling face. "If I heard you right, it was her tongue you wanted to cut, right? Or was it her face?"
"Stop it, Lucian. What is wrong with you?" Serena scolded, her heart beating wildly. She had only brought the knife to scare the lady, recalling how Lucian fired a gun at her guest, not to inflict any injury. The guy was beginning to take it too far.
