GABRIELLE’S POV
The sound echoed in the room, muffling my hearing for a few seconds.
My ear rang.
The echo of the shot still vibrated in my chest. My hands shook, my knees threatening to give out under me.
But when I opened my eyes, Emily was lying on the floor and Damon was standing behind her, gun in hand.
“Emily?” I whispered, my voice breaking.
He just stared down at her, his gun still raised, and his jaw tight and unreadable. I wanted to move to check her pulse, but my body refused to move.
My eyes darted to the hollow in her shoulder blade.
There was… blood.
I gasped.
“Damon!” I screamed, finally breaking free of my frozen fear. “What did you do?”
He slowly lowered the gun, his expression calm. “She’s fine,” he said, casually. “For now. Call the ambulance in time and
