She stood in the shadows of the darkening street until she heard the pound of footsteps coming down the streets, clenching her hands together to keep them from shaking until she saw Victor come into view. The knife she'd dropped into her bag when she'd pulled out the phone.

Zoe shook her head when Victor took her hands, taking a shaky step forward to lean against him, closing her eyes. But that wasn't quite true. "...A little," she said. Her face was sore from where the first man had slapped her, her ribs hurt too, from she didn't remember what exactly, and her shoulder throbbed a little. She'd felt worse, technically, after riding accidents.

Thinking that didn't seem to help her stop trembling. "Do you think I killed him?" She asked.