ANNABEL’S POV
I slipped into Lombard's room, clad in shadows with an all-black ensemble, moving stealthily like a wraith on a mission. My senses heightened, ears attuned to the slightest sound, eyes scanning for any sign of betrayal. This room, once a place where secrets were harbored, was now the stage for my clandestine investigation.
Silently, I sifted through documents, scrutinized parchments, and inspected every corner, seeking the elusive clues that would unravel Lombard's web of deceit. The moon cast its pale glow through the window, illuminating my determined countenance as I methodically combed through his belongings.
My heart raced with anticipation, fueled by the urgency to uncover the truth. Lombard's actions had thrust us into a perilous dance of mistrust, and I aimed to un
