The sterile, fluorescent-lit air of the police station shattered. One moment, Zack was a pathetic figure behind bars; the next, a feral animal. As Linsy turned to follow the officer, he shot his arm through the gap, his fingers tangling viciously in her hair, yanking her back with a force that sent a sharp cry tearing from her throat.

"You jinx!" he shrieked, spittle flying from his lips. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated with pure, unadulterated hatred. "Without you, everything would be fine! ...