Annabel's POV
In my desperate struggle for breath, I gasped and choked, feeling Lombard's unyielding grip on my throat. Panic surged through me, the realization that my life hung in the balance pressing heavily. "Please, Lombard," I managed to wheeze, my voice trembling, "let me go."
Lombard's response was a mocking hum, and he leaned in closer, his eyes cold and indifferent. "Hmmm, Annabel," he taunted, "you're still as weak as a human. It's quite embarrassing."
His words were like fuel to the fire within me. With a surge of adrenaline, I rallied all my strength and delivered a swift kick to his midsection. Lombard's grip on my throat faltered for just a moment, but it was enough. I twisted out of his hold and stumbled away from him, gasping for precious air.
Breathing heavily and fee
