It predicts death. That's right—I'm a banshee. And I’m locked up in Nightmare Penitentiary with no hope of escape. I don't expect to be rescued by handsome fae princes, either, since the last ones I had a crush on put me here. Now, the princes are here to rattle my cage, and they’re just as handsome and judgmental as I remember. I’d tell them exactly what I think about them, but in addition to stealing my freedom, they’ve taken my voice.