ANNABEL'S POV
I took a deep breath, glancing at Lysandra, the woman who had somehow orchestrated my sudden capture.
Petite but she was dangerous. Her grip on my arm tightened, and she leaned in, her eyes searching mine.
"Annabel, you really think you're smart, don't you?" she said, her voice low and intense. I could feel her breath on my face, and her piercing gaze bore into me. "How did you know the stone did not belong to me?"
I tried to speak, but her firm hand muffled any attempt to form words. Panic crept in as I wondered how much she knew about my recent activities. My mind raced to find a plausible explanation.
"You've been playing with dangerous forces, my dear," Lysandra continued, her tone laced with a mixture of amusement and warning. "The bloodstone is not a trinket for y
