The Underworld Trials of Luna
I say, leaning forward towards him, guilt rushing through every inch of me.
At my voice he slowly raises his head so that I can see the sad downturn of his lips, his misty eyes, the dampness of his cheeks. “It was horrible, June.”
“Oh, god, Redman,” I sigh, getting to my feet and storming over to him. I reach for him but then hesitate at the last, knowing I can’t touch him and also recalling that these brownish-beige ghosts tend to steal my lifeforce when I try. So I just cross my arms again and sigh, looking up into his face. “Go on. Tell us everything.”