On his head. For a breathless second, a second where Cass's heart vaulted up her ribcage and thudded against her teeth, she swore that was where Pearl was going to land the trowel. With a smack. If she did they were finished. Completely. Utterly. As it was Cass's breath screamed like a rusty gate hinge and the hole wasn't even half dug. Not in million years could she make it big enough for two.

"I said ... "

As the trowel thudded against the ground, Cass's throat dried ...