“Jenks!” I shouted in a panic, dropping down to put my face beside the hole and seeing for the first time the small black stones that lined the walls to hold back the earth and make the opening look like a shadow. “Jenks, I need you!” I shouted. “Come back!”

There was no answer, and I turned to Jax, shaking inside. “Go in and get him.”

Jax bowed his head, his arms over his middle. “I can’t,” he said, turning away.

He can’t, I thought, confused. Heart racing, I stood. The morning was just as beautiful, the trees just as green and the soft sounds of the city coming faintly as humans headed to work. But now it was different. Broken. There had to be a way to fix this. I wouldn’t accept this end. Not by a long shot.

As if in a dream, I started back to the church, my shoes getting wet from yesterday’s rain.

“Ceri?” I called, jerking to a halt when Pierce stepped from behind his own tombstone.

“Jenks?” he asked, eyes hopeful but his stance weary.

My mouth opened to tell him, and grief hit me, shocking my breath away. “Matalina,” I choked out. I couldn’t say the words. If I did, I would start to cry again and never stop. It was so awful.

Pierce took my arm to pull me close in comfort, and it didn’t matter how brave I wanted to be as my next breath came out in a sob. “She’s gone,” I managed. “Jenks is going to kill himself to stay with her. I have to get small.” Eyes wet, I looked up as Pierce pushed the hair from my eyes. “Do you know the curse for that?” I asked.

“No,” he said, gently, the pain in his eyes echoing a loss from his past.

“That’s okay,” I said, head hurting as I struggled to stop my tears.

“Ceri probably does.” Disentangling myself from him, I started back across the graveyard, skin tingling as I passed through the ley line. I could hear Pierce behind me talking with Ivy. Desperation kept me moving forward, and finally I reached the knee-high wall separating the graveyard from the garden—the dead from the living. Miserable, I stepped over it, wondering if the spirits of the dead could watch us by crossing a barrier just that easily. Thoughts of my dad made the tears prick again, and I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand. “Ceri?”

It was obvious by the way she stood with her hands clasped before her middle that she knew what had happened. High above the garden, I could hear Jenks’s children filling the world with their grief. Tears glistened in her eyes, and she held out her hands to pull me into a hug when I came close. “You’ll miss him dearly,” she said, smelling of cinnamon and earth.