Scornful Sadie (Dark Sorceress Trilogy Book 1) (26 page)

“We don’t have a condom,” he growled.

Snapping my fingers, one appeared over the length of him and I grinned. “Now we do.”

Opening myself up to him, I felt him pressing against me, and prepared for the pain I expected to follow. He moved gently, carefully, and the pain wasn’t as intense as I expected. Once I was adjusted to him, he leaned down and we kissed until we couldn’t breathe.

We came together, moving as one, as we expressed our feelings with our bodies. Nothing in my life prepared me for how this moment felt with Aiden. He touched more than my body, reaching deep down into my heart. When we finished, we stayed together, kissing and caressing one another.

He grinned happily, rolling to the side and pulling me to his chest. “I really do love you, Sade.”

“Aiden,” I said cautiously. “I never expected you. You rolled into my life like a storm, turning my emotions upside down. You completely changed me that day I met you. Boys were never on my radar, a waste of time in my mind. Then you came, and you needed me. You were my light on a dark day, my rainbow in the rain. I don’t know what I would do without you. And I know we aren’t heart mates, but Aiden….”

The next words didn’t come easily, but I’d had so many other firsts with Aiden, what was one more?

“Aiden,” I whispered. My thumb caressed his three day beard, the hair prickling my skin. “I love you.”

Leaning his forehead into mine, he grinned. “I knew it.”

Within seconds the world spun and we were ripped from one another’s arms. I called for him, but the sound was drowned out by the ferocious wind.

Bram was right. Revealing and accepting my deepest secret was the key to unlocking Clorva. Loving Aiden was something I’d done for so long, but only now did I accept that it was true. I loved Aiden Rivers. And my love for him was what tore us apart.

The movement stopped, and I landed hard on my bottom. Standing, I looked down at my clothing. A deep red ball gown and my leather jacket. “What the hell?” I murmured. Thanking the stars my boots were intact, I reached in and grasped my dagger. I sliced the dress at my knees, then ripped it the rest of the way and threw the fabric to the side.

Much better.

Taking in my surroundings, I saw trees. Lots and lots of trees. Mountains upon mountains of them graced the sky. In front of me, a large maze appeared, like something from a Harry Potter book. Aiden was nowhere in sight, thankfully, but I couldn’t help but feel panicked wondering what happened to him.

As if this place read my thoughts, a large glass tower rose up in the center of the maze. Aiden lay on a bed, sleeping, inside.
No, no, NO!
He wasn’t supposed to come here! How could I protect him in Clorva?

“What is this, sleeping beauty? If someone tells me I have to kiss him to wake him up, I’m blowing this place up!” I screamed to anyone who would listen.

Aiden then rose, much to my relief, and pounded on the glass. His muffled voice was low, but I could make out what he said. “Sade, don’t do it! Don’t!”

Don’t do what?
I mouthed.

Bram’s voice rung out overhead. “Sadie Tabors, you have unlocked Clorva and the Sorcerer Wars. Congratulations.”

“I don’t really think this calls for congrats, Brammy.”

He growled and I smirked.

“Aiden will die within three days’ time. You must enter the maze in order to save him and prove you’re worthy for the wars.”

Aiden couldn’t die.
“I don’t want to go to any war,” I sassily replied. “What’s Aiden got to do with this anyway?”

“Then he dies.”

Bram knew he was my weakness and that was why he brought him here. But why three days? How was I going to get to him? I knew this damned maze would have more obstacles than I cared to think of.

I looked to the side, pretending to be engrossed by the tree with the gnarled, barely visible purple roots at my side, but really I weighed my options. I’d lost Aiden once—I wouldn’t do it again. If I stepped inside, Bram held the power. He was in charge. If I didn’t, I couldn’t reach Aiden.

“Fine,” I called. “What do I do?”

“You must enter the maze and complete it, reaching Aiden before time runs out. Your magic will be bound the moment you step inside and all you can use are the weapons on your person.”

As he spoke, a whip appeared in my left hand. What in the crap was I supposed to do with a whip?

“When you’re ready, Sadie Tabors.”

“Why can’t I have powers? I thought this was the Sorcerer Wars!” I growled, screaming the words to the sky.

Bram didn’t reply, but I heard him chuckle overhead. Where in the hell was he, anyway? I needed to kill the bastard as soon as possible, and was kind of pissed at myself I didn’t do it before.

I hated how he always called me by my first and last name. I hated him, period, actually. Securing the dagger back in my boot, I slung the whip over my shoulder and sent a prayer for assistance.

I stepped inside, and part of me was gone as soon as my foot hit the grass. My power was bound. Aiden screamed from his cell, but I ignored him. I would do this for him. For us.

Bram’s voice spoke again. “Let the Sorcerer Wars begin.”

Clorva
-the sorcery realm

Ceeva
-the human realm

Bram
-the first of the six original sorcerers

The Six
-Bram, Pryce, Wolfe, Quinton, Iyler, and Aric

Crimson Calamitous
-the smoke-power hungry filled sorcerer who took vessels to survive. Defeated by Olivia Tabors when she was seventeen.

Elite
-a descendant of the Crimson Calamitous

Dark Sorceress
-the one who will defeat The Six and change sorcery forever

Clarqa
-the realm for spirits of dead sorcerers

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OLIVIA

My nails dug deep into the flesh on his back, and my lips found
his soft, yet rough neck as my mouth filled with the salty taste of him. He growled and fisted my hair in his hands as he pulled my face to his mouth.  I gently bit and kissed those magnificent lips, the tender skin plush under my teeth. A low rumble escaped his throat, echoing through my mind, as he pulled me closer. Soft lips kissed me harder and strong arms lifted me off the floor. My legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed me against the wall.

My gosh, he was a good kisser!

Gazing into those deep brown eyes, I lost myself in his soul. He was truly a beautiful boy, one I would never see myself being with in the waking world. I enjoyed our dreams together, as often as they were, and cherished each kiss, each touch, each look. He stirred a part of me I never knew existed, arousing me to want and need more out of my life.

Running my hands through his hair, I reached for him and pulled his lips back to mine.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! I jumped out of the bed, catching my foot on the edge of the large yellow shag rug on my way to the dresser holding the alarm clock I hated so. Slamming the off button, I caught sight of my appearance in the mirror just long enough to wince and turn away quickly. My hair was wild, sticking out all over the place in tangled knots, while my tired face resembled a ghost or some other horrific supernatural being.  Grabbing my brush, I hurried to the bed, not able to consider how crazy I looked in my just-waking state. The fierceness of my night was reflected in my hair, apparently.

The dream…I stopped brushing in mid-tangle to contemplate the vision from last night. The most recent of many, these occurrences were making me feel as if I had awakened from a deep slumber. Suddenly, my mind was sharp, and my body felt like a live wire. My mystery dream man was more real in my heart than I cared to admit, changing my state of being, the way my mind worked. Suddenly I daydreamed, doodled, and imagined the unknown.

I studied my slim, lanky frame that was beginning to get curves in all the places my parents were dreading. My breasts were getting perkier, my hips becoming rounder. Most seventeen year olds had more curves than me at this point, but my mother said, when she bothered to acknowledge me, I was a late bloomer in everything. Fantastic.

My deep red hair fell to my waist in tousled, loose waves. My bright green eyes sparkled like gemstones in the sunlight.
Red hair and green eyes. Really spectacular combination.
I couldn’t have gotten seductive brown eyes, I had to get stuck with boring green.  Nothing special to look at, that was for sure. My mother and father always told me I was beautiful, but isn’t that what parents are supposed to think?

I ran the brush through my thick hair again, rearranging myself on the bed until I was cross-legged. For the last year, I had been having dreams about this guy who I had never met.  The night of my sixteenth birthday, the sleep visions had begun, forever changing me. Did the two have a connection? I couldn’t help but feel that the fluttering in the pit of my stomach was a sign that they did. I had started a journal that very morning, so I could remember everything, documenting the location specifics and what went on. The guy seemed to be about nineteen, if I had to guess, as he looked and acted only slightly older than me and my friends.  He was tall, about 6 feet, with jet black hair and big brown eyes that looked like dark honey. He was totally gorgeous and I couldn’t fight the feeling he was too handsome for plain Jane me.

Our locations varied. Sometimes we were in my room and sometimes a room that was decorated in dark colors and housed lots of books. Maybe it was his room, I didn’t know. Occasionally we were outdoors in places I didn’t recognize. The things we did also varied, but one thing was always the same: he never told me who he was. I had read a million books on dreams, and I still couldn’t figure out why I saw the same guy every night. The dreams had no rhyme or reason, yet they felt familiar and safe. Like I was right where I was meant to be. Dreams are a part of our subconscious thoughts, according to all my reading, but why was he there?

Something surprising happened along the way. I felt as if I knew him, almost as though I’d fallen for my dream guy. As crazy as it seemed, I had this odd feeling he was somehow real. The turning and twisting of my gut told me to follow my instincts, and they led to him. When things weren’t the right decision, I generally had a bad feeling, an intuition maybe, a sixth sense. I felt none of that with him.