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 ...