Dead Is Not An Option
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Can the paranormal community in Nightshade finally find peace? And will Daisy and her friends survive graduation? All of these questions and more are answered in the latest explosive installment in the Dead Is series.
Contents Title Page Contents Copyright Dedication Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Chapter Twenty-Four Chapter Twenty-Five Chapter Twenty-Six Chapter
she said. “Grandmother said he gave Lily lots of gifts.” That didn’t narrow it down much. “Is there anything specific you can think of?” She shook her head. “Sorry.” “I borrowed a dress for the Nightshade Through the Ages ball,” I said. “Your grandmother said it belonged to Lily. Do you mind if I borrow it again? Just for a day or two?” “It’s in storage,” she said. “Go ahead and take it. Bianca can help you find it.” She waved to Bianca and gave her instructions. When I came back with the
searched every square inch of the bedroom but didn’t find it. Ryan wandered in a few minutes later. “Any luck?” he asked. “No,” I said sadly. I gestured to the photo. “But at least I know what it looks like now.” “You know, I know a thing or two about police procedure,” Ryan said, “and there’s a chance it was seized as evidence.” It suddenly dawned on me what Circe meant when she said that the item had been confiscated. I needed to get ahold of whatever evidence there was in the Nightshade
“They will be here shortly,” he said. “Where’s Balthazar?” I said. “Balthazar’s in the back with Natalie,” Flo said. “I’m going to put the Closed sign up before any customers show up.” I shredded a paper napkin into tiny pieces. Ryan reached out and took my hand. “Don’t worry, Daisy,” he said. “She’ll keep her promise.” “She’d better,” I muttered. After such a horrible graduation day, I wanted this to work, now more than ever. I didn’t think I could bear it if anything went wrong. Circe
there was a crisis. “How does apology Thai food sound?” I asked Ryan. “Not as good as your chicken mole, but you know me, I’m always hungry,” he replied. He gave it his best effort, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes. “She’ll be okay,” I said softly. I wasn’t sure if I was telling the truth, but I prayed Elise would pull through. Elise had helped Ryan through a difficult time, when he first learned to deal with shifting. She had really been there when Ryan needed someone who understood what