Predicting?

I tossed and turned in bed, Logan's scent spreading across the covers and reaching the pillows. I always feel refreshed, but I can't help but hide my face under the covers. I could hardly believe how Logan had rejected me yesterday, but I knew she wasn't wrong. It was just me acting like a sex maniac without any need.

I pulled my head out from under the covers, looking around. The place was more than quiet. I got up, removing the blanket from over me. I tiptoed around, hoping to surprise him, but he really wasn't around.

I sat on the living room couch, noticing that he had left some papers behind. I picked up one of the many that were there, with a slightly curious name, “Banshee.” I observed the drawing on the page: a woman in a long dress appeared to be crying. I glanced at the transcription next to the drawing.

“Banshee or Ben sidhe, the one who can see death, becomes her friend. Her scream can be heard for miles, and it's so powerful that it can easily shatter a skull. Due to her