ANNABEL’S POV
Amid the moonlit woods, I found a secluded spot, heart pounding from the exhilaration of evading Lombard. The rustling leaves and my quiet breaths were the only sounds in this clandestine game of hide and seek.
Taking refuge behind a large oak tree, I observed Lombard's silhouette moving through the shadows. His voice echoed through the night. "Annabel, come out. We need to talk."
I remained hidden, contemplating the significance of his urgency and the secrets veiled in the darkness. The stakes were higher than ever, and each passing moment intensified my resolve to uncover the truth.
After a prolonged silence, Lombard's footsteps faded into the distance. I cautiously emerged from my hiding spot, eyes scanning the surroundings. The moonlit clearing revealed an eerily sere
