There were few things in the world that made Victor run- but the tremor in Zoe's voice, soft and barely audible, was certainly one of them. She told him where she was, and Victor was on his way with Pasha and a few guards in tow. And who could (or would dare) blame him when his first action was to move to his wife, concern shining bright in his eyes.

"Are you hurt?" He asked, reaching out for her bloody hands, as his guards turned their attentions to the alley.