SECRETS OF MY DARK LUNA
Rick continued, “and they all went to an open field, formed a circle, and began to chant in a foreign language. It was really creepy.”
“Okay, and?” Angel asked, still not fazed. “What happened after?”
Rick seemed like he was going to cry. “I have no fucking idea.” He whimpered, rubbing his shaved head. “One minute, I was keeping an eye on them and recording their chants, the next, I-” He hit his head as if he was trying to make his memory work again.
Angel turned to Jasper. “What’s going on? What happened to him?”