SMITH’S POV
Inside the glamorous house, I sat crossed leg in my office my hand directed at the stone. Light shining directly through it.
"Hmm, so this is the so-called bloodstone"
The intricate patterns within the Bloodstone seemed to dance with an otherworldly glow as I scrutinized it. My fingers traced the edges, feeling the ancient power coursing through the gem.
The opulence of the surroundings contrasted sharply with the gravity of the artifact in my possession.
The room exuded an air of authority, adorned with artifacts from different areas, a testament to the centuries I'd spent navigating the intricate tapestry of supernatural politics.
As I continued to study the stone, my thoughts drifted to Annabel. The events unfolding in the supernatural realm were intricately tied to
