That retreating figure was achingly familiar, a ghost at the edge of her vision. Linsy couldn't be certain, but a primal instinct screamed that it was Ceci, the architect of this entire nightmare. She couldn't let her get away.

She tried to move, to push through the lingering chaos, but a desperate hand clamped around her wrist like a manacle. "Linsy, please! You have to be merciful! Your aunt is begging you! I'll never, ever do anything like this again! I know I was wrong!" Zack's voice was a ...