Whose Are You

[Tabitha’s POV]

The next morning, I sit at my desk, fighting to keep my eyes open while the words I try to read blur together again and again.

Fuck, I needed sleep, but I couldn’t get my mind off this damn case, especially given the photo that I found.

Who exactly was it that did it, and what was their purpose?

Honestly, there were plenty of supernaturals that wanted me gone due to what I did, but this seemed more personal than that.

Could it have something to do with my brother and my parents deaths?

No, how could it?

I spent so many years searching for the ones responsible; why would they suddenly come out of hiding?

Sighing, I lay my head on my desk and let the cool wood ease the headache that has taken full effect.

“You should go home.” Sitting up, I watch as Bonnie makes her way toward me, looking bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. “No offense, but you look like shit.”

"Usually, when you start something with no offense, you usually mean to be offensive,” I point out. “But thanks for t