An ancient Fury grows tired of her duty…
As one of the three Furies, I'm tasked with making sure that misbehaving supernatural creatures are sent on to Tartarus for judgment. We don't feel regret. We don't feel pity. It's not our way. We were created by the Old Ones long ago to exist as an arm of their justice system. But when duty requires me to leave a dying human behind, I decide to break the rules. Saving Allison is only the beginning of my rule-breaking, but it's the most alive I've felt in eons.
What if I've been on the wrong side of things all along?