Cole’s POV
"Emily."
No response.
I shook her slightly, my heart hammering.
"Emily, wake up. Come on."
Still nothing.
Her breathing was shallow, her skin too warm. The terror, the shock…it had all been too much for her.
"Damn it," I muttered, running a hand through my hair.
The elevator was still moving up, but I barely noticed. All I could see was Emily, lying there, her face pale, her lips slightly parted.
For years, I told myself I didn’t care about her. That what happened between us was in the past. But seeing her like this? Completely defenseless?
It did something to me.
I clenched my jaw, reaching forward. Without thinking, I slid my arms under her and lifted her against my chest.
She was too still. Too quiet.
"Just hold on, okay?" I muttered under my breath.
The elevato
