Read Online Dead Is Just a Dream - [Dead Is - 08] by Marlene Perez - Free Book Online

“Did you have a nightmare?”
    “I saw a white horse,” she said. “Red eyes, steam coming from its nose. Weird, huh?”
    “Not as weird as you’d think,” I said. She’d always been able to describe her dreams in detail.
    Selena Silvertongue came up to me right after the bell rang. “Jessica, I know you can handle this on your own, but I thought I should tell you something.”
    I braced myself. “Go ahead.”
    “I’ve been hearing rumors about the murders,” she said. “And I think the killer might be using black magic.”
    Selena was not only an up-and-coming witch herself, but she was also the niece of a powerful sorceress, so I took her hunch very seriously. “What makes you say that?”
    “I’m not an expert, but it’s possible to murder someone without even being in the room using black magic.”
    “What does your aunt say?” Circe Silvertongue was not a particularly nice person, but she knew her magic.
    “She’s out of town,” Selena said. “She’s in Europe with the count. Liam and his sister Claudia are keeping an eye on me.” Liam Dracul was Poppy Giordano’s boyfriend and a vampire, which made him a pretty good temporary guardian.
    “Thanks, Selena,” I said. “It’s a good lead. If you think of anything else, let me know.”
    After lunch, Noel Sebastian got yelled at in Biology when he fell asleep and started to snore. By sixth period, Jimmy Garfinkle was doing a brisk business in black market soda.
    Eva and I walked home together. “I’m so glad today was an early dismissal day,” she said. She smothered a yawn. There was almost an accident at the corner when a driver nearly ran a red light. Tires screeched as another car tried to stop and narrowly avoided a colli-sion.
    “Jeesh,” Eva said. “I think everyone could use a little sleep.”
    “You’re telling me,” I said. “We better figure out who or what is causing this before someone else gets hurt.”
    When I got home, Daisy’s car was in her driveway, so I headed to her house. I wanted to see if she’d picked up anything, psychically speaking.
    “How was school?” she asked.
    “Dangerous,” I said. I told her about all the near misses.
    “Half the town is walking around like zombies,” Daisy said.
    “Been there, done that,” I replied. “Who could be behind this?”
    Daisy’s eyes narrowed. “Let’s make some brownies. Baking always helps me think.”
    “So this is the secret to Ryan’s heart?” I asked as she got out the ingredients. “Brownies?”
    She laughed. “Not just any brownies. Caramel brownies made from scratch.”
    “Sounds like anybody would love them.”
    She grinned. “We’ll make a double batch. One for Ryan and one for Dominic.”
    “I’m not very handy in the kitchen,” I warned her.
    “You don’t have to be,” she assured me. “This is the easiest recipe in the world.”
    She handed me a spatula.
    “What’s it like being a psychic?”
    “What’s it like being a virago?” she countered.
    “Harder than it sounds,” we said at once.
    We looked at each other and burst out laughing.
    “So Dominic is pretty cute,” Daisy said.
    “And so is Ryan,” I replied.
    “I used to be nervous about that when we first started dating,” she admitted.
    “You? But you’re gorgeous!”
    She got out the butter, cream, and sugar. “Have you seen my sisters? Or my mom? They’re truly gorgeous,” she said. “But I’ve learned that it’s what’s inside that matters.”
    I was still struggling with the idea that Daisy Giordano didn’t realize how pretty she was. She had electric blue eyes and creamy skin, which, paired with her dark hair, were stunning. But her kindness was probably the most beautiful thing about her.
    We whipped up a double batch of brownies, and Daisy slid them into the oven.
    “But you have to deal with the whole lead singer thing,” Daisy commented.
    “You mean the fans,” I grumbled. “You can say it.”
    “Dominic looks at you like you’re the