Naomi’s POV
The birth led me to the empty and dark hallways. I swallowed. What did they want to show me? Was was so important that they were both clearly in tension? What did I not know?
They finally stopped walking, standing and facing a wall by the hallway.
A wall?
I raised my head, my gaze shifting from Marcus to Logan. What the hell?
"W—" I scoffed, unable to form words as I crossed my arms, "A wall? Seriously? I'd this some sort of joke to you guys?"
Logan turned to look at me, a smirk on his lips, "Yes, Naomi. A wall. You see—" Logan tried to start explaining, but Marcus barely glanced at me or uttered a word as he knocked four times in the wall...he knocked four times to the right side, then repeated at the left, then bottoms. I stared at Logan for some sort of explanati
