Chapter Twenty
Two years ago
The last thing Owen remembered, he was going off the base. He wasn't sure why. But that was normal enough. He sure as hell hadn't meant to end up in the middle of a forest somewhere, his hands tied and in the middle of some strange ritual put on by devil worshipers.
Were they devil worshipers? Did devil worshipers actually exist?
He remembered hearing about them when he was a kid and he had thought it was all fake. But now he was in the middle of some magic looking circle and there was a guy wearing a black robe with animal pelts over his shoulders and they were surrounded by guards carrying wicked looking guns.
Would devil worshipers need guns?
His mind felt kind of spacey and his head ached. Had he been hit? That was very possible. He wanted to feel aro
