ANNABEL’S POV
Days passed, each one marked by a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The sorcerer worked tirelessly, weaving intricate spells to unravel the malevolent force that had taken residence within Lombard. Thomas and I stood by, our roles shifting between silent support and anxious pacing.
The room became a nexus of magic, a battleground where unseen forces clashed. The air crackled with energy as the exorcism unfolded, and we could sense the ebb and flow of power in the room.
In moments of respite, I found myself drawn to the window, gazing out at the world beyond. The city sprawled beneath, oblivious to the supernatural struggles within these walls. My mind oscillated between memories of Lombard's betrayal and the fragile hope that the exorcism might bring him back from the a
