"We see you, Trammeler." Jo's screech followed us up the path.

I shot a look behind me at her crumpled frame and swallowed thickly. Better me than her, but my heart boomed with terror.

"You and your volunteers are hiding inside the Trinity trees. You want a war, you'll get one," Jo growled.

Next to us, a hand shot through a grave and grasped the ground. I jumped and gave a sharp yelp. Another hand on the other side of the path split open its grave. ...