Chapter 8 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 the compliment; I call it zombie couture.”
• “Hardy har,” she huffs, rolling her eyes. “But seriously, Tab, you really should go and try to get some sleep; otherwise, you’re going to be useless.”
• “Yeah, well,” I sigh, leaning back in my chair. “I still haven’t managed to place the bastard in my vision. How can I possibly leave before that?”
• “Easily.”
• Frowning, I watch as Bonnie comes around my desk and then grabs me under the arms.
• Despite her tiny size, she easily lifts me and then begins shooing me toward the door before shoving me out of it entirely.
• “What the hell?” I hiss, glaring at her.
• “This area is now under siege by me,” she announces, placing her hands on her hips. “Go home and sleep; otherwise, I won’t let you back in.”
• To prove her point, she lets a wave of power slam into me, proving that she could hold me back if need be.
• Behind me, I hear a chuckle, and when I turn, I watch Anthony making his way toward me.
• Beneath his eyes are bruised, and there is a splint across his nose, but aside from that, his face is as handsome as ever, and it actually pisses me off.
• “Getting bullied by Bonnie?” He asks, acting as though nothing happened. “What did you manage to do now?”
• For a moment, I don’t speak as I continue to take him in while trying to ignore the sting of betrayal that is beginning to build in me.
• Instead of responding, I begin to move, shoving my way past him as others watch us curiously. Of course this would look weird since everyone knew about our relationship, but I didn’t want to continue looking at him, nor did I want to pretend that everything was fine.
• However, before I can go too far, his hand is wrapping around my wrist, sending a zing of familiarity through me that pisses me off even more.
• “Hey,” he says quietly. “What’s wrong with you?”
• “Do you really have to ask?” I snap, whirling around and facing him. “Shouldn’t you know better than..."
• I don’t get to finish my words before Anthony’s eyes are honing in on my neck and growing wide as anger begins to boil within them.
• “You,” he growls, beginning to pull me along behind him and out of the precinct, so we are alone on the still-empty street. “What the fuck is that on your neck? You actually let a supernatural mark you."
• Opening my mouth, I prepare to argue, but stop as a sense of satisfaction begins to build in me over causing him the same pain he caused me.
• “And?” I ask, pulling my arm free of his hold. “Is that any of your business?”
• I knew I was being petty as hell, but I couldn’t stop myself.
• I was exhausted, in pain, and reeling from everything that happened in the span of a mere twenty-four hours.
• “Of course it is my business,” he counters, but before he can go further, I feel myself beginning to sway and my vision beginning to blur.
• “Fuck,” I hiss before I’m falling into Anthony’s arms.
• “Tab!” Anthony calls, but it’s much too late; the exhaustion is hitting, and I can’t resist it any longer.
• When my consciousness returns, I’m in Anthony’s arms, cuddled against his broad chest while he stares at my door.
• Blinking a few times, I turn my head to find that many notes are plastered about, and they all read the same thing.
• Whore.
• Slut.
• Homewrecker.
• Again and again, they read the same things, and I don’t need to be a genius to know who the one who did this was.
• Unable to control my anger any longer, I reach up and grab the collar of Anthony’s shirt and pull his lips to mine.
• “T-tab,” he gasps as I snake my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. “What are you doing?”
• “Whose are you?” I whisper, peeking at the notes again as my need to show her exactly who Anthony belonged to first continues to grow. “Say it.”
• Growing quiet, I wait as Anthony takes me in with an unreadable expression, and when he finally begins to relax and a slow smile spreads across his face, the words I knew would come out loud and proud.
• “Yours.”
• “Then fuck me,” I whimper, feeling my desire flare.
• It’s almost like a switch has been flipped, and despite knowing that Anthony is a cheating dick, I want him. I wanted him to help me forget everything that was troubling me and let me just feel for a while.
• I don’t have to ask twice before Anthony is unlocking my door and carrying me inside.
• We’re barely in the apartment before I’m being pinned against the door so that Anthony’s mouth and hands can attack my body and skin.
• Where we press together is alive with an energy that is intoxicating, and for a moment I find myself wondering whether or not this was a sign of some deep-rooted connection between us, but I chock it up to all my pent-up rage and aggression.
• “Say it again." I whimper, clawing at Anthony’s neck as his teeth bury themselves in my skin. “Whose are you?”
• “Yours,” he groans. “I’ve always been yours.”
• Always been mine... Then why the hell did he even cheat?
• Pushing that thought aside, I press my core against the bulge that is growing in his pants.
• Fuck it, right now I wouldn’t worry about such meaningless shit, and I would have my fun so that afterwards I could rub it in that bitch's face.