Chapter 89

Too late. Too late. Too late. The words echoed through my head like a time bomb, but the explosion had already happened.

I touched my hand to the lock on the gates of Heartland Cemetery without really seeing it. Nothing seemed real anymore except Tram's dying face that had imprinted on my mind for all eternity. I was caught in some horrible nightmare, and I forgot to set the alarm to wake myself up.

What was I supposed to do? I was the only Trammeler left, other than Darby, but I had no clue what I was doing. I didn't even feel like a Trammeler since I stole Callum's car to get here instead of plowing through the ground with my roots. Taking his car had felt more natural after I'd stumbled into the Monroe's house, alone, and shriveled into myself with every sob. I didn't even remember the drive here. Shock must have numbed my brain to the point I'd lost the ability to think.