Chapter 55

• "You've already lost, Annabel."
• The rogue’s voice slithered from the shadows before I even sensed his presence. Instinctively, I reached for my dagger, spinning around. He stood there, leaning casually against the stone wall, arms crossed, a smug grin dancing on his lips. The sight of him sent a pulse of fury through me, but I kept my expression unreadable.
• “What do you want?” I demanded, my voice sharp, cutting through the stillness like a blade.