I feel a burning stare drilling my back. I don't need to turn around to know it's Ghost.

 "Spit it out," I say, "Whatever's on your mind."

 "That person back there... is that you, Hera? The real you?" He asks.

 I don't know what to make of his question.

  "What do you think?" I shoot back, glancing at him. His face looks troubled.

 He rubs his ...