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Chapter 18 Thermal Ghosts

Author: R.J. Sterling
last update publish date: 2026-05-19 00:15:14
His thumb presses into my jaw. Steady. Measuring.

“Why are you sweating, Elena?”

The suite is sixty-eight degrees. The vent above the headboard is running. Sarah’s report shows a woman in recovery.

The Argus logs show nothing but a cooling-fan irregularity two floors down. None of it matters if my skin is telling him a different story, and my skin has never learned to lie the way my face has.

I let my head loll, exhaustion, not evasion. I keep my irises flat and gray, my breathing shallow.

I giv
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