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it.”
    â€œI guess.”
    â€œAnd the last vision I had before this one was the one with Mom and that man,” I went on. “It wasn’t nearly as vivid as the Bianca one. And I know it’s not going to happen anytime soon since I saw Christmas decorations.” I smiled, pleased with my own logic. Maybe we’d figure out this Sight thing yet!
    â€œI guess. Only we’ve never noticed a difference like that before.” Cassie’s eyes shifted down from my face, then suddenly went sharp and thoughtful. “Wait, were you wearing the necklace today? When you had your Bianca vision?”
    â€œYeah.” I touched the pendant. Then I gasped.“Oh my gosh! Were you wearing it when you had your stronger visions, too?”
    Cassie nodded. “And it came from our grandmother,” she said. “Maybe it’s some kind of amulet or talisman.” She blinked. “What’s the difference between those, anyway?”
    â€œNever mind that.” I was pondering her theory. It definitely made sense—at least as much sense as any of this did. “I bet you’re right. The pendant might be adding extra power to our visions or something like that.” I shuddered and pulled it over my head. “If you’re right, I don’t think I want to wear it. My visions are strong enough without any help.”
    â€œSame here. We can hide it in my jewelry box—Mom never looks in there.” Cassie grabbed the necklace. “But this is good news, right? It means we might have more time than you thought to figure out how to help Bianca.”
    â€œYeah.” I shuddered again, flashing back to my vision. “I hope so.”

10
CASSIE
    ON TUESDAY AT lunch, I couldn’t help glancing across the caf at Caitlyn’s table every five seconds or so. As usual, she was sitting with Liam and Bianca. Liam and Cait were chatting, while Bianca had her face buried in a book. No wonder the girl was so skinny—she seemed to care more about reading than anything else, even eating.
    Not that I blamed her. It was chicken potpie day. Totally gross.
    â€œCassie? What do you think?” Lavender’s sharpvoice broke into my thoughts. “Are you even listening?”
    I blinked at her. “Sorry, what?”
    Lav looked impatient. “I said, should we try to find a band to play at your party? My uncle’s a musician—he might know someone.”
    â€œI still think a DJ is better,” minion Emily said. “That way we can request our favorite songs and stuff.”
    â€œBoth sound cool to me,” Megan put in. “Or we could just do a playlist on one of our phones or something—then we could pick exactly what we want to hear. What do you think, Cass?”
    â€œOh.” I shrugged. “I don’t know. Isn’t it going to be hard to find a band this close to the party?”
    Megan and the others nodded. “DJ it is,” minion Abby said, looking happy.
    â€œOr playlist,” minion Emily put in.
    Lavender leaned across the table. “What’s with you today, Cassie? It’s like you’re not even interested in planning your own party.” She grabbed my shoulders and shook me. “Snap out of it already!”
    I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. Because as soon as her hand touched me, I was plunged into another vision.
    Real Lavender faded away. Overlaid on top of her was a brighter version of Lavender, this one dressed in a cute polka-dotted two-piece swimsuit. There was a gorgeous pool in the background; I was pretty sure I saw a slide and a waterfall and some really nice deck chairs, though the details were a little hard to see.
    Then I saw Lavender’s face, which was streaked with tears. She was sobbing, collapsed against Abby, who was hugging her while Emily patted her back. Behind them, I could barely see Megan standing a few feet away. She was crying, too, standing there with her arms wrapped