Chapter Fifty-Seven: The One Behind It All
The air was cold…
It smelled like dust, old wires, and like metallic. Isabelle's head was pounding as she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes seemed to be blurred at first, then cleared.
She was tied to a chair. Her wrists hurt from the pressure, and arms were numb.
A low light buzzed above her. It flickered every few seconds.
There was silence except for the part that someone was quietly breathing.
Then she looked to her right and saw Simon.
He was sitting beside her, slumped over. Blood covered his shirt. His eyes were wide open, but empty.
Simon was dead…
Isabelle's lips parted in shock. A soft whimper escaped her throat. She wanted to scream, but her voice failed.
She turned her head slowly, fear started crawling up her spine like insects.
And then she finally noticed Maxx, standing in front of her. He looked very calm, with his hands inside his pockets. His hair tied back, face had this weirdly unreadable mimic.
