Logan Echolls Veronica Mars Novels & Stories

"I can't make a real octopus—but—" She raised two fingers, gently tapping it on the air. Logan waited excitedly but he didn't see his ordered elephant. His face falling into a sad expression. "If Luna can't do the octopus it's no problem." Dahlia chuckled lightly as she pointed out. "There is something behind your head logan." "Something behind my head." Logan turned around unsuspicious, only for him to be shocked in the next moment. "it's big!!!" There was a big figure of an octopus outline by thousands of green and orange fire flies soaring in the air.

Watching. Not Rowan. Not Mia. Eyes like mirrors. Fur the color of midnight rain. It didn’t speak but I felt it. My heart raced, but I didn’t run. I raised my chin. It blinked once and vanished. By the time I returned, Logan was at the perimeter, speaking with Elandra. He turned when he saw me, his brow furrowing. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost." "Not a ghost," I said. "A witness." "To what?"