Sworn to the Orc (Hidden Hollow #1) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Hidden Hollow Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
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CHAPTER SEVEN

Iwalked around the corner again, with Sebastian at my heels, and was surprised to see that the next room was a small sitting area that led down a few steps into a kind of greenhouse. Have you seen that movie, Practical Magic? The characters have the same kind of room in their house and that’s what this looked like—only bigger.

There were rows and rows of plants—all of them neatly labeled. Their names were written on flat, white wooden stakes that had been pushed point-down into the soil of each pot or planter.

After five years of neglect, you might have expected that all the plants would be dead, but actually the opposite was true—they were thriving. I wondered if the nosy, judgmental Orc had been coming in to water them. If so, that meant it was my responsibility now.

As this realization hit me, I looked over the vast array of greenery with dismay. I’ve never had what you’d call a “green thumb.” In fact, it might be more accurate to say I have a brown thumb—as in, everything I try to grow dies. I can’t tell you how many basil plants I’ve killed and how many herb gardens I’ve tried to start, only to see the seedlings wither away before they ever grew more than a couple of inches. Oh dear—this was going to be a problem.

I couldn’t deal with it now, however. All the plants looked good at the moment so, after a short tour to look at all the different varieties, I left the greenhouse room and continued.

Around the next corner and I found the downstairs bathroom, decorated in black and white tile and old-fashioned fixtures. Another turn and I found myself back at the entryway of the house. The front door was shut now, but it didn’t make me feel threatened. I felt secure in the house—in Morris—like I belonged there. I also really liked the way the different rooms led into each other.

I’ve never been a fan of the open-landscape floor plan that so many houses seem to have these days. I like it when the rooms are separated from each other and each one serves a distinct function. Of course, I hadn’t had a choice in my studio apartment—everything was all over the place because it was such a small space. It was nice to think I’d be living somewhere with a place for everything and everything in its place and room to spread out if I wanted to.

“Well, I guess that’s it for the downstairs,” I told Sebastian. “Should we go look upstairs too?”

“Mmmrowww!” he answered and began leaping up the stairs, as frisky as a kitten. I grinned a little—I was glad my cat liked our new house too.

The stairway had a floral print wallpaper but it was done in muted colors—dusty rose and sage green, which made me think of the Orc again.

I didn’t even know his name—not like I wanted to, of course. But how had I been able to speak to him so easily without a single word getting stuck in my throat? That had never happened to me before—my words always got stuck around strangers. Especially people who scared me and he certainly had—at first, anyway.

The actual term for my condition is “Selective Mutism” which, in my opinion, is a bad name. It makes people think I can “select” where and who I want to talk with, which isn’t the case at all. What it actually means is that I’m unable to talk in certain social situations or settings. Some people who have Selective Mutism have trouble in school or work but they can speak normally in other places.

For me, the problem was much worse. I was almost never able to speak in school, but I couldn’t speak in places outside of it either. And if the person I was trying to speak to was a stranger, forget it. In fact, the only place I could really talk was at home to a person I already knew. And since it’s really hard to get to know someone if you can’t talk to them in the first place, that made for a very lonely existence.

Of course, I can and do make friends on-line, but it’s always a painful experience when I have to go out in the world and buy something or meet someone I don’t know. I mostly just talk to Sebastian now that my Mom is gone—it’s easier that way.

My difficulty talking to strangers also means I haven’t had many romantic relationships. I had a few back when I was younger—on-line relationships that progressed slowly to FaceTime situations and then, finally, to meeting in person. Neither of them lasted, (yeah, there were only two,) because most guys aren’t that patient.

They get even less patient when it turns out you can’t actually have sex with them. Which I can’t, because when I’m with a guy, I get so tense that everything below the belt tightens up. (I think the medical term for it is “Vaginismus.”) It’s kind of the same thing that happens when my words get stuck in my throat, only it happens between my legs. I can use a toy on myself but bring a man into the equations and I’m suddenly so tight there’s no getting anything in there.


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