Annabel’s Pov
Damon's laughter echoed through the dimly lit room, resonating with an eerie tone that sent shivers down my spine. His amusement filled the space, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability.
"Oh, my dear Annabel, turning a vampire back into a human is not within my repertoire of wishes. That's a realm even I can't navigate," he replied with a smug grin as if savoring the irony of my request.
A mix of frustration and helplessness welled up within me. The prospect of an everlasting existence as a vampire, disconnected from the life I once knew, was daunting. I glared at Damon, challenging his nonchalance. "What kind of wish-granter are you if you can't grant the one wish that matters to me?"
Damon leaned back, swirling the contents of his whiskey glass, his eyes
