Frog Hollow (Witches of Sanctuary Book 1) by Savannah Blevins Read Free Book Online Page B

gives me something to focus on. The wind eases, but the intensity of my tears increases. “Wilhelmina.” He pulls my face up, but I resist.
    “I know,” I croak, my voice thick with misery. “I have to go.”
    “I wish it didn’t have to be this way. You should be glad you’re able to still opt out of this.”
    I push his hand away from my face as I stand. I ignore his sympathy as I try to straighten myself up. He has no idea what I am giving up with this decision. I know I can’t put these people in danger, which means I am left with much less than a day to try to figure out the reason my mother brought me back here.
    I’m reminded of the letter.
    I glare at the green light around me. “I’m glowing like the Jolly Green Giant over here. How do I opt out of that?”
    “It goes away.” He steps away from me, shoving his hands in his pockets. “After you get out of the moonlight.”
    Tears streak down my face as I continue to cry. I wipe my forearm across my cheek, slightly afraid the green light will somehow spread. He stares curiously at me as if waiting for a tornado.
    I shrug away from him, heading back toward the house. He follows quickly. I snuff again as he holds the screen door open. It’s amazing how well he understands how my abilities work. I don’t necessarily know if I am capable of creating a tornado, but a hefty windstorm will be assured if I don’t calm down. It’s comforting having someone here who doesn’t run away screaming, who understands my out-of-control emotions are to blame. It only proves why I desperately want to stay here. As much as it pains me to say it, I need to know more people like Reid Thomas.
    It’s silent once we enter the house, and I can feel him waiting for me to speak. I stare at the room, all the former hope and excitement this house brought to me stinging in my chest. Now it will be just another house, a temporary home, like so many others before it.
    Reid remains silent in the doorway. Patient.
    “You’ve accomplished your goal.” I glare over my shoulder at him. “You can leave now.”
    It takes him a moment to speak, but when he does, his voice is cool, lacking the emotion it showed only minutes before. “It’s better this way. Easier for both of us.”
    “Leave.” I spin around to confront him, but he’s already gone. The screen door bounces noisily against the frame.
    I look over my shoulder at the letter taped to the cabinet. Anger. Disappointment. It all hits me and threatens to cripple me. If I were weaker, the shell of my heart not hardened, I might have succumbed to it.
    Instead, I stumble halfheartedly up the stairs to the bedroom. My giant four-poster bed stands in the middle of the room, lacking sheets and all other necessities that make this place feel like home. I crawl on top of the bare bed, laying my head in my arms. My mind swirls around me, dragging me down deeper into my misery. As my wet eyes flutter closed, I accept the fact that maybe some people simply aren’t meant to belong.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 5
     
     
    THE BREAKFAST CLUB
     
    I wake up squinting. Sunlight beams through the open window. A grainy tongue laps its way across my face. I rub my eyes as I push a fur-covered body away from me. I lean back to see the giant blue cat purring inches away from my face. I groan at it, which only encourages it to leap forward and paw playfully at my nose.
    “How did you get inside?” I sit up to evade its attack.
    “I let him in,” a soft voice explains. “He’s been waiting on the doorstep all night. I figure such devotion should be rewarded.”
    I jump back, banging my head against the metal post of my bed frame, but I’m too shocked to register the pain. A slender woman with flowing chestnut hair and high, pointed cheekbones sits on the corner of my bed, smiling at me. Fear strikes hard at my heart as my mind begins contemplating hundreds of different reasons for her existence, the most prominent one stemming