“My gift allows me to see who a person is going to fall in love with,” I say. Bishop’s eyebrows shoot up. “You’re gifted?” “I am.” “And you’re like some love guru?” “It also tells me when someone’s going to kill someone else.” His smile falls. “Oh… that’s… dark.” “And better yet, I can see in my dreams how they’ll fall in love or… how they’ll die.”
