Naomi’s POV
I stared at him. Logan.
I didn’t move. I could not even breathe. For a while, it seemed I got a brain freeze, because my brain couldn't work for a while
My fingers curled tighter around the map behind me, squeezing the papers tight.
If he saw it, if he even knew about it, I didn’t know what he’d do.
What I’d do. I don’t know who to trust. It seemed something big was going down and I was in the middle of it. Like a lamb thrown in the middle of wolves and then asked to fend for herself. To find her way out of there.
“Something’s wrong?” I echoed, my voice too sharp, as I spoke too fast. “Yeah, no kidding.”
Logan’s brows pulled together. “Naomi, listen. The border patrol was pulled back. The whole west sector. That’s suicide, Naomi. There’s barely any guards left near Redwo
