"I never knew you smoked," she said in a small voice, her fingers grabbing the side of her palazzo night pants, looking at this stranger in the form of her cousin, who had just killed.
"I picked up the habit recently. I learned it can be calming, especially when you have those crazy thoughts of wanting to strangle someone in your mind. Do you want to try?" He held it out for her between his fingers, and Zoe shook her head.
"I'm good..." She watched him shrug and bring the cigarette back to his lips to take a long drag and blow out more smoke as he crossed past the dead bodies to come toward her, but Zoe took a step back, and he paused.
