Author: Audrey Grey
Category: Fantasy
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“Thief,” a male voice hisses. A man stands over me, blocking my path to the Shimmer. . .
No, not a man. A Fae. He’s surprisingly tall, or maybe that’s because I’m on my knees, thanks to this dickwad.
Gritting my teeth, I lift my gaze to assess him, my eyes trailing up the finely-tailored black leather boots that rise to his knees, the thick sword belt and ornate long sword. The silver guard is fashioned into a dragon that wraps around the hilt. One gloved hand rests casually around the handle. White fur from some creature I can’t place lines a silver cloak embroidered with indigo and dotted with crystals.
The ostentatious ensemble is finished off with two silver owl cloak pins on either side of his collar.
Next to him, my thrift store jeans and three-day-old tank top feel rather lacking.
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Curious to what an actual Fae looks like, I move my focus to his face, only to be disappointed. The hood of his cloak casts a deep shadow over his features. But I can feel predatory eyes staring down at me, searching for . . . something. The sharp apex of his ears rise on either side of his hood, the exotic tips sticking up like swords.
Hells bells. I’m standing next to an actual Fae.
That genius realization is followed by two more epiphanies. I made a terrible, stupid mistake, and now I’m in danger.
All these years avoiding the Shimmer and playing it safe, and one promise of fruit is all it took to ruin everything. I’m not prepared to meet a Fae. I’m not wearing any of the safeguards that protect humans from them.
My rowan-berry charm is somewhere inside my nightstand, and the little packets of salt I usually carry in my pockets are somewhere on the kitchen table. My clothes aren’t even inside out.
“Rise,” he orders, “and face the consequences of your crime.”
Who talks like that? I would laugh, but the hatred in his voice makes me shiver instead.
It’s not over yet, Summer. Now move!
“Happily,” I snarl.
Shoving my hands deep into the snow for support, I dart to my feet and lunge for my bow . . . only to watch the sleek steel weapon turn to ice that shatters at my touch. No.
Shards of the only thing that’s kept me fed and alive for years pelt my cheeks and then splatter the snow next to my lollipops. o;Wait.” Bryce’s nervous voice marks him only a few feet away. “Please don’t go any farther, I’m warning you.”
My fingertips indent the slippery surface. The idea that if I push real hard I could break through comes over me in a wave of impossibility.
This wall is supposed to be impenetrable.
The only time something goes into the world of the Fae is when they want it to. Usually a foolish mortal who bartered with a Fae and then couldn’t pay the price, or let a Fae give them something without understanding the consequences.
An Evermore never gives anything for free.
“Come to me before—before I’m forced to shoot you.” Bryce is terrified, his voice pleading. He refuses to draw any nearer. “Please, Summer. If Cal knows I let you get away . . .”
Chatty Cat brushes against my leg. Then he disappears through the Shimmer like it’s mist. Holy shit.
If Chatty Cat can do it . . .
Clutching my bow tight, I say a prayer and lunge through the Shimmer, straight into the Everwilde.
That was easy. Probably too easy.
Bryce yells at me on the other side, but it’s warbled and hard to make out. Then the mofo shoots at the wall a few times. The gunfire sounds like those little fireworks you throw onto the ground.
The bullets don’t pierce the Shimmer. They don’t even indent it.
After that, everything goes quiet.
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The moment I pass through the Shimmer, a blast of icy air envelops me, and it takes a second to make my lungs work again. When they finally do, I watch in wonder as my breath spews on in a milky cloud and spreads through the forest.