Chapter 155. Bait

Vance’s POV

Three pairs of eyebrows arched with curiosity, waiting for me to highlight my discovery. Sianna pursed her lip, anxiously waiting.

“All knives in my home are either German or Japanese classic knives that are ordered in sets,” I informed them, “Surely you can see that there’s one that does not match the rest of the knives.”

“Oh,” Sianna reached in to remove the knife but I quickly snatched her hand. Looking at her and shaking my head. Blayne and Duke suddenly realized the one that stood out.

“My love, do not touch it.” The unusual chef's knife had a rosewood curved handle and was a little bit thinner than the other ones I had, which have rounded black pakkawood handles.

Perhaps there was poisoning on the blades where it would infect the toucher. Who knows what that bastard was aiming for?

“So he breaks in, does not bug the place, but he leaves a knife for Sianna to chop him up a nice bowl of salad for when he returns?”