" Rehja had ignored those and chosen a rather large kitchen knife from a block on the work counter. He turned to face me. The shock and fear had gone, replaced by the feral grin and the confidence of a man holding a knife.
"And here was me thinking you were dead," he said.
"My apologies, but living is something I've become strangely attached to," I responded, dropping the broom handle and selecting a heavy frying pan for my right hand and a smaller saucepan for my left. "

― G.R. Matthews , Nothing Is Ever Simple (Corin Hayes, #2)