Annabel's Pov
In the dimly lit room, anxiety twisted its insides like a relentless storm. The fear of Smith's possible return haunted her, casting shadows across her thoughts. I felt the weight of the impending danger, an uncertainty that gnawed at my resolve.
As if summoned by my unease, Lombard entered the room, his presence sending shivers down my spine. His gaze bore into me with a mixture of disdain and amusement, like a predator toying with its prey. "Still playing the victim, I?" he sneered, his words laced with malice.
I could feel the venom in his tone, and my hands trembled at my sides. "I didn't ask for any of this," I retorted, my voice a fragile whisper.
Lombard chuckled darkly, circling me like a vulture closing in on its prey. "You're weak, I. Always have been. Maybe
