Tesla’s POV When I walked out of the room I felt my eyes start to burn as tears formed. I walked into the kitchen and just stood at the kitchen isle. I took a deep breath and forced the tears back. Looking around I decided I would get something to eat. As I started making a sandwich I heard footsteps behind me. “He means well.” Naomi’s voice came to my ears in a soft and tender tone. I looked back at her as I squirted the last of the ketchup onto a slice of bread. “He’s more mad at himself. He’ll blame it on you running off, but he’s more upset about not being there to protect you.” I nodded. “It’s understandable. All of you have every right to be upset. He was right. I should’ve told someone,” I said as I finished making my sandwich. “We were all just worried,” Naomi said as Skald

