ANNABEL’S POV
Adrian's enigmatic smile held an underlying satisfaction as if he had anticipated my plea. "Anything, you say?" he repeated, savoring the word. The dim cave illuminated by a soft, otherworldly glow made his features even more mysterious.
I nodded, a sense of resignation mixed with determination settling within me. "Yes, anything. Just get me out of here."
He chuckled, the sound echoing against the cave walls. "Very well, Annabel. To free you from this predicament, we must venture into the depths of my collection." As he spoke, he extended his hand towards a seemingly solid wall, drawing an intricate symbol in the air. The rock face shimmered momentarily, revealing a hidden passage.
We entered a labyrinth of wonders—unique artifacts and peculiar items adorned the shelves.
