ANNABEL'S POV
The hospital doors swung open, and I sauntered in, greeted by Lombard's shocked expression. "How did you get out?" he exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief.
I flashed a sardonic smile. "Nice try, Lombard. Guess your so-called plan did not work out. Let's just say I have my ways," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm. The encounter with Lysandra had left me with a bitter aftertaste, and I was in no mood for games.
Lombard's brows furrowed, and he crossed his arms, a defensive stance. "You can't just come and go as you please, Annabel. This is the Northern Pack, not some playground for your antics," he admonished, his voice laced with irritation.
I tilted my head, meeting his gaze defiantly. "I do what I need to survive, Lombard. Don't act like you understand what i
