I'm a forensic pathologist, working between life and death.
I'm an atheist and have never believed in ghosts. But after a murder case, I was haunted by a male ghost, and ended up sharing my bed with him night after night.
He said we'd made a blood pact, and that from now on I belonged to him.
I tried every way I could to get away, because I didn't want to become his ghost bride.
But he hooked an arm around my shoulder and said, “Wife, now that we've made a blood pact, you and I are one. Want to run? It's not that simple.”
