(Aaron's POV)
I glance down at myself. She's right. In the moonlight's harsh illumination, my ghostly nature is visible. My edges are blurry, slightly see-through. Like I'm not quite real.
Because I'm not.
I have two choices.
Lie. Maintain my cover. Keep her in the dark for the remaining thirty-six hours.
Or tell her the truth. Give her the answers she deserves, even if they destroy her.
Before she can touch me, I step back instinctively, into the shadows where I'm more solid.
She freezes, then sinks down onto the roof tiles, pulling the cape tighter.
I should leave. Should make some excuse and go.
But I can't. Not when she's hurting like this.
I sit a careful distance away. Close enough to talk, far enough that the moonlight won't reveal my transparency.
"You didn't know," I sa
