“Not as hurt as he’s going to be when Lilah gets out of there. She’s furious with him for going down into the ravine.”

“He fell in. It wasn’t intentional,” Benny said, coming immediately to his friend’s defense.

“Yeah, well, she’s not happy with you, either.”

“Swell.” Benny tossed the rope into the hole. “How about you? You mad at me too?”

She gave him a wicked grin and punched his chest. Which hurt.

Chong came puffing and wheezing up into the sunlight. He did not weigh much more than Nix, but Benny was beyond exhausted, and it felt like hauling a bull out of the pit.

“I’m sorry,” Chong began, but Benny cut him off.

“Grab some rocks.”

“Rocks?”

“Rocks. Anything we can throw. We have to give Lilah some cover. Go!”

Chong understood at once and ran to collect fist-size stones.

Benny tossed the rope down again. “Lilah! Listen to me.”

She didn’t answer, but he heard her grunts as she fought.

“We’ve got some rocks. When I say ‘go,’ drop a couple of zoms with leg cuts to stall the others and—”

Something flashed past him, missing his head by inches. Benny recoiled from it and saw that it was Lilah’s spear. Before he could even speak, the line went taut and Lilah came swarming up the side of the wall, as fast and nimble as an acrobat. She grabbed his shirt as she came out of the hole and used his weight to catapult her body over the edge. She pitched forward, rolled effortlessly, and came to a rest on the balls of her feet. She pivoted and looked at Benny, who lay flat, and Chong, who crouched a few feet away with one arm raised to throw a rock. Benny and Chong gaped at her, unable to manage a single coherent comment between them.

Lilah reached around behind her and removed an item that she’d thrust through one of the straps of her vest, then tossed it onto the grass in front of Benny’s goggling eyes.

Tom’s sword.

Lilah stood above them, tall and beautiful, her white hair whipping in the fresh breeze, her clothes streaked with gore, her hazel eyes glowing with fire.

She turned slowly to Nix and in her ghostly whisper of a voice said, “I hate boys.”

FROM NIX’S JOURNAL

Warrior Smart.