(Aaron's POV)
I leave the mansion. Walk outside into the garden.
And that's when she appears.
The black witch.
She materializes out of shadow. Her black robes billowing in wind that isn't there. Those dead black eyes fixed on me.
"Still here, ghost?" Her voice sounds like gravel. Like bones scraping together. "Still watching your precious girl suffer?"
I don't answer. Don't give her the satisfaction.
"I can help you." She steps closer. "You know I can. Just say the word."
"No."
"Such a quick answer. Don't you want to hear my offer first?"
"I know what you want. My soul. My service. You want to use me like a puppet."
She smiles. Her teeth filed to points. "I want to help you help her. That's all. Give you a real body. Real power. Enough to take her away from here. Protect her pro
