A Confession

[Tabitha’s POV]

A shiver rushes through me, causing my body to twitch and goosebumps to spring up on my arms.

“What’s wrong?” Atticus asks, eyeing me curiously.

“Just got a chill,” I admit. “Maybe someone was talking about me.”

Maybe it was that, or maybe it was my body saying to take a break; either way, I gladly welcomed the sudden distraction.

Since finding the latest body and getting a full description of the creature that was going around doing the killings and leaving those threatening notes, we have been staring at files. However, no amount of looking seemed to bring results.

“Are you sure about this lizard thing?” I ask Atticus, closing the computer in front of me. "Because, as far as Boston’s supernatural registry is concerned, it doesn’t exist.”

“I’m sure,” he responds, furrowing his brows. “Just because it doesn’t exist in the registry for Boston doesn’t mean that it doesn't exist for the rest of the world.”

Frowning, I eye him in annoyance. Was he really suggesting that we