CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
As Adrienne crept softly and quietly through the house, she recognized a familiar change coming over her.
She no longer felt like the kindly woman who called herself Eris, that part of herself who comforted other suffering women in LifeGrasp meetings.
Her feelings of warmth and goodwill were giving way to …
Fury, she realized.
She could feel wrath beginning to flood her body.
She thought she became something different when she felt like this.
She was sure that she became one of those mythical Greek spirits of vengeance called Furies—wild, violent women who avenged terrible wrongs.
They were said to have snaky hair, like Medusa, and wings like bats.
She knew the Greek word for such a creature was Erinys.
That’s what I am now, she told herself.
An Erinys.
A Fur
