Free Scornful Sadie (Dark Sorceress Trilogy Book 1) by Felicia Tatum Page B

head.
     
    “You look really pretty,” he whispered. “Why did you kiss me?”
     
    Peering into his eyes, I lost my ability to breathe. And speak.
     
    “Sadie?” he asked after I failed to answer.
     
    “Oh,” I said, shaking myself out of my Aiden trance. “I…don’t know,” I lied. “You reminded me of someone.”
     
    He grinned. “Will I remind you of him again?” he said flirtatiously.
     
    “Maybe,” I flirted back.
     
    “Sadie!” Juniper called from the doorway. “Bouquet toss!”
     
    “I don’t want it,” I called back.
     
    Aiden took my hand, his touch thrilling me. “I won’t forget the shoes, Sadie, but if you want to keep your secrets, I’ll play along. For now.” He pulled it to his lips and left a lingering kiss on my fingers. Dropping it, he strolled inside while I watched him, fighting to make my lungs work properly.
     
    “Sadie!” Juniper was running toward me. “What happened?”
     
    “I forgot my damned shoes and Aiden found them,” I hissed. “I didn’t say anything, but didn’t deny, either.”
     
    “Do you think he remembers anything?” she asked, directing her eyes back to the reception inside.
     
    I shook my head. “No, not yet.”
     
    “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know this has to be hard. I don’t know what I’d do if Mark didn’t know who I was.”
     
    “It sucks,” I conceded. “A lot.
     
    “I guess so!” she exclaimed. “He’s going to be staying at Anna’s house with you.”
     
    “For how long?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
     
    “The boys talked him into staying for a month,” she said cautiously.
     
    “I’m only staying another week or so,” I lied.  I couldn’t knowingly leave here with Aiden not remembering me.
     
    “Sadie,” Santos called, pulling me from my freak out.
     
    Looking to him, I noticed a tall man standing with him, their hands interlocked. Must be Jackson.
     
    “Santos,” I said, holding up a finger to signal it’d be a second. Directing my attention back to Juniper, I said, “We’ll talk later.”
     
    She nodded and waltzed back inside. Strolling over to Santos, I smiled brightly.
     
    “Sis, this is Jackson,” he introduced.
     
    Jackson held out his hand. Taking it, I said, “Nice to meet you, Jackson. I’ve heard about you.”
     
    “And I you,” he chuckled. “Santos was always raving about this extremely magical sister he had, but she never came. I was beginning to think he imagined you.” He bumped into Santos to let him know he was kidding, and they stared at each other adoringly.
     
    “I’m real,” I laughed. “I was away for a bit.”
     
    “I’m really glad to finally get to meet you.” He grinned. “Santos means a lot to me.”
     
    “I can tell and I’m happy for you both.”
     
    They grinned at me. Santos leaned in so only we could hear him. “Did I see Aiden with your shoes?”
     
    Closing my eyes, I threw my head back and groaned. “Yes!”
     
    Jackson raised a brow in confusion.
     
    “I kicked them off when I was chasing that water fae and forgot. He knows something was up,” I explained. Since Jackson wasn’t asking questions, I assumed Santos filled him on everything.
     
    “Do you think…?” Santos asked.
     
    I shook my head, anticipating his question. “He didn’t seem to.”
     
    “I saw him kiss your hand,” he pointed out, grinning mischievously.
     
    Heat crept up my face and I cursed myself for allowing Aiden to make me blush with just a mention of him. “Yeah.”
     
    “She’s blushing,” Jackson giggled. “She must really like him.”
     
    “Oh, you have no idea,” Santos started. “She was fifteen when they first met, and you should have seen them tiptoeing around each other. They had it so bad.”
     
    Growling, I stepped closer. “Shut up.”
     
    They laughed loudly and Jackson said, “She’s a feisty one.”
     
    Santos rolled his eyes. “You have no idea.”
     
    Furrowing my brow, I glared at