Before I could argue, the elevator dinged and footsteps thundered toward us. The paramedics burst into the penthouse.
“Ma’am, move back!”
I didn’t let go until one of them physically pulled my hands away. My palms were covered in her blood.
My sister’s blood.
I stumbled back, hitting Damon’s chest. He steadied me, but I jerked away from his touch like it burned me.
Emily’s body was suddenly surrounded, lifted, strapped, and checked. One of the paramedics muttered something under his breath that made my lungs seize.
“Pulse weak.”
“BP crashing.”
“Get her down now.”
They rushed her into the elevator, shouting codes I couldn’t process. One of them remained behind.
He spoke to Damon. “Since it’s a gunshot wound we have to involve the police.”
Damon nodded. “You do that. We’ll come
