Who would miss you?

"Long time, no see." Livian said through gritted teeth, wanting nothing more than to strangle this woman to death.

She closed in on him with a bewitching smile plastered on her face. He tried to avert his gaze from her, and that was when he noticed the dagger on the coffee table. There was a sharpener beside it; she seemed to have been sharpening the blade. 

"Who sharpens a dagger in the dark?" He shot her a puzzled look. 

Shera stopped a step away from him. "Your main point is?" 

Livian instinctively wanted to move backwards, but knowing that she would think he was afraid of her, he stood root to the ground and did not move an inch.