chuckle. “Might I suggest we use
the back entrance? And maybe try to stay away from the streetlights? You
know, just so we don’t get caught before we even get inside?”
“Oh, yeah, good idea,” I
muttered, my cheeks heating up.
After that, I let him take
the lead. I mean, what did I know about breaking and entering? Before I’d met
my undead Prince Charming, I’d been a good, law abiding citizen—well, mostly.
Since meeting Nathan, however, I’d committed grand theft auto, vehicular
assault, attempted homicide—of a demon, but still—and now breaking and
entering. Call me crazy, but I was starting to think he was a bad influence.
“Okay, so far so good,”
Nathan said nervously when we reached the back door without bringing a SWAT
team down on our heads. “It’s crunch time now. Once I break the lock, we need
to find your dead girl, summon her up or whatever it is you intend to do, and
get the hell out of here. And we need to do all of this before Moonlight’s
finest show up. Got it?”
“Got it,” I whispered,
rolling my eyes. “Now can we get on with it?”
“Your wish, my command,” he
muttered. “Did you at least bring a flashlight?”
“Nope, I brought something
better,” I told him, smiling and waving my phone at him.
“Great, at least we’ll be
able to call a lawyer,” he grumbled.
Shaking his head at me
again, he turned around and grabbed hold of the industrial-looking doorknob and
wrenched it around, breaking the lock and pretty much crushing the thing in the
process. Holding the door open, he waved me in with a sarcastic little bow.
Unwilling to let him know just how scared I was of walking into the darkness
beyond, I lifted my chin and hurried inside. My fear more than doubled,
though, when he slipped in and closed the door behind us, plunging us into
complete darkness save for the red glow of the exit sign over the door.
My hands were shaking so bad
that I nearly dropped my phone before I could get it out of sleep mode. The
electronic glow of my home screen was the most beautiful sight in the world to
me as it came to life, and I quickly scrolled through until I found the
flashlight app I’d downloaded for the occasion—cursing myself for being an
idiot and not putting a shortcut on my home screen the whole time. I breathed
a sigh of relief when I finally found it. I hit the little flashlight icon
with my thumb and the screen lit up bright enough to illuminate the darkness around
us. Holding up my phone, I shone it down the hallway to get my bearings. The
walls on either side of us were lined with doors, and I waited with bated
breath for them to all open at once to release some kind of genetically
engineered monsters—who, of course, would be starving for a little human flesh.
Yeah, way too many horror
movies for me.
“The morgue is at the end of
the hall,” Nathan breathed in my ear, nearly giving me a heart attack. “We
need to hurry. One of our five minutes is already gone.”
Nodding stiffly, I let him
pull me down the hall, shining my phone back and forth to make sure we weren’t
taken by surprise. Nathan only paused for a second to look at me over his
shoulder when we reached the double doors leading to the morgue. As much as I
wanted to run screaming from the building, I nodded to let him know I was
ready. That seemed to be the only permission he needed. He threw the door
open and pulled me inside after him. My heart thudded an uneven tune as the
door closed behind us. It nearly stopped altogether, though, when Nathan let
go of my hand. A second later, a bright fluorescent glow suddenly blinded me
as the overhead lights flickered to life.
You know those morgues you
see on TV? Well, this one looked just like that. It was a long, narrow room.
The walls were painted a soothing blue that wasn’t doing a lot for me
personally. There was a long counter running an entire length of the room on
one