The Ghost Auditor

Chapter 33

The steady, rhythmic beep... beep... beep of the heart monitor echoed softly through the quiet private room of the clandestine clinic. Outside the reinforced glass window, the rain had settled into a low, somber drizzle over the city.

Michael sat on a metal stool beside the bed, his head resting lightly near Serena’s hands. His dark coat was still torn, stained with dried crimson from her accident, and his left arm hung limply in a heavy black sling—cursed and blackened from the soul rot he had