[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
