39| Tell me, Isla.

I leave Sandra and march down to Harry's office with a million things on my mind.

But the recurring thought has to do with Councilor Will. What does he know about Sir Smith? How did he find out about his state and what happened to him?

This is all so confusing.

When I get to Harry's office door, I only knock once before giving myself permission to enter his office. He's working, as usual.

As he hears my footsteps inside his office, he looks up from his desk and turns to face me.

"We have a lot to discuss." I say with urgency as I drag out the chair on the other side of his desk and take a seat, relaxing my back into the soft cushion, plated with leather.

"We sure do." He says in a mysterious tone, and I nod.

"First of all—"

"You should respect me." He cuts off my words, and the rest die down inside my throat as I give him an incredulous look.

"What?" My pitch goes an octave higher.

"You barged into my office without waiting for my permission to answer, and you have the audacity to rai