EMBER’S POV
The medical team arrives in under four minutes. Three of them in crisp uniforms carrying equipment that looks too advanced for a resort.
The lead one, a woman with silver threading through dark hair, drops beside Rayana without bothering with introductions.
“Dr. Patel. I need light here. Someone get pressure on this wound while I assess the damage.” She’s already cutting away the blood-soaked fabric of Rayana’s dress, revealing two deep gashes in her lower abdomen. “How long has she been bleeding?”
“Don’t know.” Knox steps back to give them space but his hands are still covered in red. “We found her like this. Maybe five minutes ago.”
Dr. Patel works quickly, her fingers probing the wounds with clinical precision.
“Stab wounds, both to the lower abdomen. Deep but they m
