Frog Hollow (Witches of Sanctuary Book 1) Read Online Free
Author: Savannah Blevins
and twirl it around. “Well, if you think you can make me—go ahead.”
He jumps back, slamming into the door behind him. He studies me, surely recognizing my desperation. Even an idiot knows you can’t win a fight when your adversary has nothing to lose. He considers his options. I take a threatening step forward until finally he lets out a defeated growl. “Fine, but stay away from them.” He eyes the light and scowls. “And stay away from me.”
I laugh. “Why the hell would I want to be around you? Because you’re such a bright ray of sunshine?”
I mean for my words to hurt him. I want to somehow make him share this pain inside me. He doesn’t flinch. In fact, he has absolutely no reaction at all. “Just stay away,” he says robotically, turning around.
He slings the door open and walks hastily through it and down the front steps. I follow him out, watching him leave as more tears well up in my eyes. “Don’t worry!” I yell at him, hoping he will turn around, that he won’t leave. He still hasn’t answered my questions.
He stalks across the yard and turns to go behind the house. It catches me off guard because I expected him to walk toward the road. I run back into the house, locating the closest window on the back side. His figure rushes across the grassy plain of the back yard.
I bite my lip, callously hoping he doesn’t see the lake and drowns. However, my curiosity gets the better of me, and I fumble around the house for my shoes. I grab the flashlight and throw myself out the back door and across the yard.
The grass is high, grazing my knees as I wade through it. I climb over a raised hillside and find myself staring at the moonlight gleaming off the body of water. The large lake weaves through the valley between the mountains, stretching out into the darkness until I can’t see the other side. The only way I know that it ends is the light from the house on the far bank. I run onto the dock that extends into the shimmering black water, catching my balance as it sways beneath me. I stand on the edge, looking out over the water toward the house. All the lights are on, but it’s too far in the distance to detect any further details about it.
To my dismay, I find myself smiling. “My family.”
Exhaustion bites at my knees, and I drop back onto the hard wood of the dock. Time passes in small waves, but I can’t make myself leave. I imagine rowing across the lake in a tiny boat and simply knocking on the door to say hello. Would they recognize me? Would these women be as abnormal as I am, or would they shun me too once they found out? Something inside of me tells me that won’t happen, but I keep repeating his words in my head.
Go back.
Stay away.
I sigh into my hands before pushing myself off the ground. I look back one last time, mourning the life I could have had before walking up the path toward the house. The back door creaks as I open it, and somehow the house feels emptier. I lock up and clean the floor of blood in a zombie-like haze. I don’t even look at the time when I throw myself down onto the mattress.
All I ever wanted was answers. Acceptance. A family to call my own. I thought digging up my past would bring me those things, but maybe it’s time I focus on my future. I can build a life here. I can discover the limits to my abilities. Most importantly, I can do all those things without the help or even the polite hospitality of Reid Thomas.
Chapter 3
ROOSTER’S DINER
Hell hath no fury compared to the satanic red bumps plaguing my body when I wake the next morning. Everything from my waist down has been taken captive by a local disease Google laughingly calls chiggers.
I’m not laughing. Not even a little bit.
I spend the first two hours of my day sitting in a blotchy pink tub of calamine, the second painting over the fifty-two bumps with nail polish, and then finally concocting a home remedy I found on a blog consisting
He jumps back, slamming into the door behind him. He studies me, surely recognizing my desperation. Even an idiot knows you can’t win a fight when your adversary has nothing to lose. He considers his options. I take a threatening step forward until finally he lets out a defeated growl. “Fine, but stay away from them.” He eyes the light and scowls. “And stay away from me.”
I laugh. “Why the hell would I want to be around you? Because you’re such a bright ray of sunshine?”
I mean for my words to hurt him. I want to somehow make him share this pain inside me. He doesn’t flinch. In fact, he has absolutely no reaction at all. “Just stay away,” he says robotically, turning around.
He slings the door open and walks hastily through it and down the front steps. I follow him out, watching him leave as more tears well up in my eyes. “Don’t worry!” I yell at him, hoping he will turn around, that he won’t leave. He still hasn’t answered my questions.
He stalks across the yard and turns to go behind the house. It catches me off guard because I expected him to walk toward the road. I run back into the house, locating the closest window on the back side. His figure rushes across the grassy plain of the back yard.
I bite my lip, callously hoping he doesn’t see the lake and drowns. However, my curiosity gets the better of me, and I fumble around the house for my shoes. I grab the flashlight and throw myself out the back door and across the yard.
The grass is high, grazing my knees as I wade through it. I climb over a raised hillside and find myself staring at the moonlight gleaming off the body of water. The large lake weaves through the valley between the mountains, stretching out into the darkness until I can’t see the other side. The only way I know that it ends is the light from the house on the far bank. I run onto the dock that extends into the shimmering black water, catching my balance as it sways beneath me. I stand on the edge, looking out over the water toward the house. All the lights are on, but it’s too far in the distance to detect any further details about it.
To my dismay, I find myself smiling. “My family.”
Exhaustion bites at my knees, and I drop back onto the hard wood of the dock. Time passes in small waves, but I can’t make myself leave. I imagine rowing across the lake in a tiny boat and simply knocking on the door to say hello. Would they recognize me? Would these women be as abnormal as I am, or would they shun me too once they found out? Something inside of me tells me that won’t happen, but I keep repeating his words in my head.
Go back.
Stay away.
I sigh into my hands before pushing myself off the ground. I look back one last time, mourning the life I could have had before walking up the path toward the house. The back door creaks as I open it, and somehow the house feels emptier. I lock up and clean the floor of blood in a zombie-like haze. I don’t even look at the time when I throw myself down onto the mattress.
All I ever wanted was answers. Acceptance. A family to call my own. I thought digging up my past would bring me those things, but maybe it’s time I focus on my future. I can build a life here. I can discover the limits to my abilities. Most importantly, I can do all those things without the help or even the polite hospitality of Reid Thomas.
Chapter 3
ROOSTER’S DINER
Hell hath no fury compared to the satanic red bumps plaguing my body when I wake the next morning. Everything from my waist down has been taken captive by a local disease Google laughingly calls chiggers.
I’m not laughing. Not even a little bit.
I spend the first two hours of my day sitting in a blotchy pink tub of calamine, the second painting over the fifty-two bumps with nail polish, and then finally concocting a home remedy I found on a blog consisting
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