Chapter 27

ISABELLA'S POV

I ran upstairs, my blood boiling. I didn't know what I would say, but I knew I had to say something. He had Holly, or he knew where she was. Korra probably didn't go straight to the point because of the cameras, and I thanked her for that.

My pace had slowed drastically by the time I was a few feet away from his office. I exhaled, and arranged my thoughts. I knocked softly.

As usual, no response.

I knocked again, a little more impatient. “Who's there?” His deep, husky voice landed in my ears. My voice caught in my throat, but I forced it out.

“It's Hannah.”

I heard the shuffling of footsteps against the carpet. I cleaned my sweaty palms on my dress.

Why was I nervous all of a sudden?

The door swung open almost immediately, and Maxwell stood, towering. He was shirtless, only wearing sweatpants. His hair looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, water dripping down in slow, calculated drops. He had his usual smirk plastered on his face, but this time, it didn't