The Furies were never the opposite of the Fates, they were equal necessities of life. Serial killer. Assassin. Badass. Psycho bitch. There are plenty of ways to describe Sloane, but lonely isn’t one of them. She has her work, her vengeance, and the looks to get any man she wants. But that’s the problem, what she wants the perky artist she met years ago at boarding school, the one with dimples, curves, and big blonde curls. Sunshine like that can’t be kept in a bottle though, and Sloane knows their lives aren’t meant snap together like puzzle pieces…or a senator’s neck. Lucy’s never been one to pass up an opportunity to smile, spread a little joy. The queen of letting it go doesn’t hold grudges or let her mind linger in the past. Except where her former roommate is concerned. They never shared a kiss, but Lucy still daydreams about spotting her crush ducking around corners and lurking in the shadows, just out of view. But someone like Sloane doesn’t end up in the same small, out of the way town as Lucy…or could she?