Two souls. One body. One deeply improper situation for an honorable gentleman.

Edith
A ghost floated through my bedroom furniture at midnight to accuse me of improper plant care, and I cannot say this was the strangest thing that happened to me that week. Dhruvesh Collinsley arrived in my life as an inconvenience — insisting on science when the evidence of his own death floated before him — and I accepted his case purely to prove I was useful for something. I did not expect him to be interesting. I did not expect the arguments. I certainly did not expect to find him living inside my head, privy to my every thought, wearing my clothing, and somehow still managing to be insufferable about it. And yet here we are... and I find I cannot let him go.

Dhru
Six months as a ghost, and not a single soul saw me — and then the wrong Carterprice looked me dead in the eye and told me to come back at a more civilized hour. I came to her in anger. I stayed because she was the first person who ever matched me, argued with me, and then quietly, infuriatingly, became the person I most wanted to protect — from inside her own body, which is not a situation any was anticipates. I noticed the turn of her ankle when I had absolutely no business noticing anything at all. I gave her a nickname before I even knew I thought it. I said, "I could kiss you," to a woman I had no right to say it to, and I meant every word. She is, without question, the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I am hopelessly, completely, done for.