Chapter Thirteen

Willow’s POV

I am not a fan of morgues. Usually when I see dead bodies it is at the crime scene, not in a morgue. Something about the atmosphere is off-putting, making the hairs on my arms stand on end. It’s feels as if my blood has been replaced with static electricity and it leaves a buzzing sensation underneath my skin. The last time we were here I chalked it up to nerves because of everything that had happened to bring me here, but now it is just making me uneasy.

I’m following Ronan down the hall, staying as close to him as possible. The unease fades the closer I am to him. I reach out instinctively to grab his hand and he suddenly stops to stare at me.

“Hey Doc, can you take Xander ahead. We’ll be right behind you. I need to speak with Willow,” Ronan asks Doc with a seriousness to his tone that added to my tension.

Doc gives Ronan a brief nod and signals Xander to follow him. Ronan pulls me into an o