Mia's POV
"I nearly lost my life under your knife," I grumbled at her as she forced herself up from behind the sofa.
"I'm so sorry, Mia, I thought you were somebody else," she explained with her voice barely audible under her heavy breathing.
My heart is still panting for brief, dangerous performance by Tracia: "Come, come, sit over here." I patted her shoulder and waist on the sofa and rushed to my small kitchen to get her a cup of water.
"Here, take this to cool your mind." She stretched her arm, collected the glass cup, and drank it at once like a camel drinking from a pond.
"Ah!" She sighed and collapsed her back against the sofa, putting her hand across her face.
"Why are you holding a knife?" I asked, my voice remaining audible and serious; she fixed her gaze on me, scanning th
