Annabel’s Pov
The shuffling sound persisted in the quiet of my house, each moment stretching into an eternity as I strained to identify the source. My heart raced my senses on high alert. I knew I couldn't afford to let my guard down, especially in times like these. The recent attacks on our city had left me wary, and any unexpected presence in my home was a cause for concern.
My voice wavered as I called out, "Who's there?" The suspense weighed heavily on me, and I couldn't help but clutch my wounded shoulder, ready for whatever awaited.
Suddenly, a figure leaped out from the shadows with a triumphant "Boo!" My heart skipped a beat as Smith, that infuriating man, jumped in front of me, his eyes dancing with amusement.
I clenched my fists, seething with anger. "Smith, what are you doin
