"You better not," her whisper was a harsh growl. Gone was any of the nervousness or discomfort that she'd had to struggle with at the beginning of the conversation. "I will kill you. I will kill you and then find a way to bring you back to kill you again!" A weaker man might have withered before the power of her glare.
Mia took a deep breath and went back to her pan, glancing down at the spoon she'd destroyed. She sighed and tossed it into the garbage. "So." Her back was to him. It was best she didn't look at him until she was done seething. "Where were we?"