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Annabel’s pov My eyes widened in disbelief as I attempted to unleash the same devastating power that had vanquished Jacob, yet to my astonishment, nothing happened. Jennifer stood before me unscathed, a mocking glint in her eyes. "What... why isn't it working?" I stammered, my confusion intertwining with frustration. Jennifer chuckled, the sound dripping with malevolence. "I am not your target, Annabel. Your aim is elsewhere." A surge of realization struck me like a lightning bolt. My powers, seemingly unleashed at my whims, were tethered to a sinister puppeteer pulling the strings. In Jennifer's twisted game, my abilities were a pawn wielded for her amusement. "You see, dear Annabel," Jennifer continued, relishing my bewilderment, "your true target lies beyond me. Direct your wrat