Dylan’s POV
I did not waste any time as I reached the kitchen and made a beeline in Mia’s direction. I looked at her hand, where she was still holding the knife.
I grabbed her hand firmly and lifted it up at the level of my eyes. I stared at the knife for a while and snatched it from her. I did not even bother to care if it would graze my skin.
Right now, all I care about is my anger and to f*****g kill someone!
“What the hell on earth does a silver knife doing in my house?!” I asked in a sharp, angry tone.
No one seems to have the courage to say anything, so I directed my question directly to Mia.
“Mia?!” She was trembling and totally frightened when she met my eyes and immediately shifted her gaze to the floor. I’ve never seen Mia like this, but the hell I
