Elle
It took about an hour to convince Everett to let me in the room with the man. He was skittish around a lot of people, so we cleared out the hall. Freyja and I did our best to communicate through the window, but he was wary of Everett.
“Everett, Freyja is with me, and he’s calm,” I said, trying to open the door. “You can’t be in there with us; he’s afraid of men.”
“How do you know that?” Everett said, glaring at the man who was starting to panic.
“Stop that! You’re scaring him!” I said and slapped his arm. “That’s how I know! Freyja will be right beside me, but I am going in there to talk to him. He’s calm now, see?”
“I’m standing right here by the door,” he said with a stone face.
“Fine, whatever,” I grumbled and turned to face the window. “I’m coming in,
