Bridger by Megan Curd
Ashlyn McVean doesn’t believe in fairy tales. That is, until Ashlyn is thrown into the crosshairs of grudges her grandmother created long ago. After finding out she is one of two people able to cross between faerie realms, Ashlyn is faced with trying to understand her abilities, along with navigating a new relationship with her boyfriend, Liam. As if being on a centuries old hit list and dealing with crazed pixies isn’t enough, her new abilities mean trouble for Liam. Knowing her new life puts everyone she loves in danger, Ashlyn must decide what’s most important in her life between friends, family, love, and ultimately, realms.
I turned and was face-to-face with the most gorgeous man I had ever seen in my life. Leaning down to see me, his auburn hair was in natural disarray and his honey-brown eyes were taking me in. He ran his hand through his hair, scratching his head as he came closer to us. He was a good six inches taller than me. The muscles in his arm rolled as he rubbed the back of his neck. My breath involuntarily quickened at the sight of him.
He had an English accent. Glaistig were from all over the world, apparently. “You’re too short, Changeling. I got a crick in my neck trying to see you properly.”
Roslin laughed. “Antony, she’s no Changeling. Do you think she would’ve gotten this far if she were?”
He dipped his head back down to my level, as if to get one more good look at me. “Has she done anything interesting to prove otherwise?”
I looked away, trying not to be disgruntled with this guy. He was handsome enough to earn a bit of redemption, but his lazy disinterest was offending. The fact he was so aloof sent me over the edge, considering he had allowed Memaw to writhe in pain when we first got here. In a flash I pinned Antony to the marble wall, a small dagger to his throat. “Is this interesting enough for you?”
To my chagrin, he still looked as bored as ever. “Well, your quickness with your blade does show Emily has taught you a few tricks of our trade, as well.”
Like a lightening strike, he flipped me over his head, my face pushed into the marble with my left arm pinned painfully behind my back. He was good. He laughed as he antagonized me. “Ready to say ‘Uncle, little grasshopper?”
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