The Furies were never the opposite of the Fates, they were equal necessities of life.

Sloane D'Myra

I've been described as a serial killer, an assassin, and a psycho bitch, among other things. But one word wraps up my entire world in a nice little bow. Vengeance. Men have taken too much from me, and since I can't get what I lost back, I'll take what I'm owed in my own special ways. There's one thing they haven't taken from me yet--Lucy. Her dimpled, round face and golden curls hold threadbare string that grounds me in reality. But sunshine like can't be kept in a bottle and our lives aren't meant snap together like puzzle pieces...or a senator's neck. I've ended anyone who's tried to take what's mine, because even if I can't have her, they don't deserve her.

Lucy Sterling

After I graduated, I had bright, beautiful dreams of art school and traveling the world. I made it to the West Coast, but only lasted a few months before I found myself trapped in the shadow of my mother. That didn't stop me, though, and I found the most perfect little coffee shop in the cutest little town where I spread my joy and smile like sprinkles and rainbows. I've got my art, too, but lately it's been a little too focused on someone from my past. Someone I've never let go of. I've even let my imagination trick me into believing she's hiding in the shadows of my neighborhood. But someone like Sloane doesn't end up in place with only one exit off the highway...or did she?