Scornful Sadie (Dark Sorceress Trilogy Book 1)

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Author: Felicia Tatum
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doubled the amount and speed.
     
    Tessi continued to dig through her bag, looking for who knew what, and I got in the fae’s face. “What’s your name?”
     
    She peered up and smirked. “Doesn’t matter. You’re going to kill me, Sadie Tabors.”
     
    The fact that she knew my name wasn’t surprising. The evil beings of the supernatural world liked to talk, and my name was a hot topic, but the way she said it had me questioning what more was going on.
     
    “Let’s lock her up,” I said. The uneasiness in my stomach told me not to get rid of her just yet.
     
    “What?” Mel screamed. “No!”
     
    “Yes,” I said sternly. Turning to Tessi, I asked, “Do you have anything to bind her?”
     
    She nodded, going to work while I continued to hold her limbs frozen in place. We had her bound, magically and physically, in record time and were soon traipsing back to the car.
     
    The fae was silent for most of the walk, until she suddenly stopped a few feet from my vehicle. Manically grinning, she said, “He says thank you for allowing him to learn your whereabouts, and he’ll see you soon.”
     
    My eyes widened as I prepared to respond when she disappeared before our eyes.
     

 
     
     
     
     

    Why was one of my roommates hammering so early in the morning? The pounding thrummed in my head, pulling me from my restless sleep. Sitting up in bed, I glanced at the clock and groaned at the early hour of seven a.m.
     
    Whichever one it was, I was gonna kill them.
     
    After such a late night out, followed by hours of theories and questions, we’d all finally passed out around four. The water fae’s disappearance was perplexing, but her vague warning had me concerned.  Who was he ? And why did he want to know where I was?
     
    The pounding continued, so I tumbled to the floor and dragged my feet to the door. Swinging it open, I glared into Tessi’s eyes. “What?”
     
    Figures it would be her. She was always the perky one.
     
    “Something appeared for you just now.”
     
    Yawning, I scratched the top of my arm. “Huh?”
     
    “Come on.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her.
     
    In the kitchen, she stopped short at the doorway, and though I couldn’t see into the room, the glow it emitted was blinding. She dropped my hand and stepped to the side, allowing me entrance.
     
    “What in the world?” I muttered. Squinting, I stumbled forward and reached for the object producing the glare, an envelope the size of a greeting card. I shook my head in disbelief and snatched it up.
     
    The light stopped, much to my eyeballs’ relief. Blinking several times to get my eyesight under control, I nearly stopped breathing when I saw the handwriting on the outside.
     
    To my little sister.
     
    Scott’s scribble graced the envelope and my chest tightened. “How did you know this was mine?” I asked, turning to Tessi.
     
    “I was in here fixing coffee and turned for a moment when it appeared. It was seriously only normal for about five seconds before it started glowing, but I saw it and knew it had to be yours.”
     
    She and Melody were the oldest in their families, eliminating them from the pool based on his words. I nodded in understanding.
     
    “You gonna open it?” she asked.
     
    My heart hammered in my chest. I wanted to, yes, but how had he found me? I’d cloaked myself for years, determined to stay away and forget everything that happened. Opening this letter would make it even more real, and would probably put me in contact with him.
     
    How was he? Were he and Liv married yet? Did they miss me as much as I missed them? The questions raced through my mind and tears threatened to spill, but I refused to let my emotions get the best of me. “Later,” I said, tossing it on the table. “Got any food cooked?”
     
    She shook her head. “I’m dead right now. I don’t even know why I’m up.”
     
    “Me neither,” I chuckled. Walking to the counter, I opened the cabinet, grabbed a

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