The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 109

Book 2 Chapter 32

~CLARISSA~

“Something is wrong,” I whisper. “The fire should still be surrounding us.”

How was this even possible?

I was happy it was gone, but it didn’t change the fact that nothing made sense. It was here just a minute ago. One minute Damon and I were trying to find a way to escape, and the next, we had nothing to escape from.

“We should get out of here immediately,” Damon says as he examines our surroundings. There wasn’t any visible danger, but that didn’t mean we were safe.

“Whatever caused that fire is still around. They’re messing with us. I don’t know what they have planned, but we must return to the others. They need to know that we may or may not have another unknown enemy.”

Right. Back to the engagement. As soon as we returned, the party would continue as though it had never stopped.

I was sure Anya was making a scene back home since Damon had left to find me during their engagement ceremony. She would be pissed, no doubt. Damon didn’t seem to be bothered about her. He was too busy being frustrated over the decisions I’ve been making lately.

“I don’t want to be there,” I whisper. I did not want to go back. Not tonight. Not while that party was still ongoing.

Damon paused his movements so that he could look back at me.

“What?” he asks. I can feel the tension in the air between us increase.

“I don’t want to be at that party, Damon,” I say. “It’s why I came into the woods, to begin with. I don’t want to go back there. I’ll do anything not to have to witness that ceremony.”

He runs a hand down his face and sighs, “Clarissa, you don’t expect to remain here after what just happened, do you? And you’re crazy if you think I’ll leave you here just because you asked me to.”

“No,” I mumble. “But I’m not going back there either.”

the glare he gives me next, it’s safe to say that I’m the one he’s upset with. But according to him,

have happened to you if Autumn didn’t tell us that she couldn’t find you anywhere?” He demands. “Do you understand the danger you

tightly together and glare at him. I’m aware of what I did, but it doesn’t mean I’m proud of my actions. Doesn’t he realize how painful it would be for me

you realize

why did he have to

do you always do that?” I demand, answering his question with one of my

He frowns, “do what?”

danger yet again. Doesn’t he realize by now that I only put my life in danger when it concerns him? If he gave

always say things

How can he

I can sense the difference; I can feel it in my heart. Yet, you keep denying everything. You expect me to forget my feelings when you keep being this

he’s been doing all along. I don’t think he’s ever considered that he was partly the reason

stop doing the things that I loved. I didn’t want him to change his behavior towards me now that he understood what it was doing to me. I didn’t want to regret saying this to

he whispers as he

tired of his apologies. I wanted him to fight for me instead of saying there was no chance for us. I wanted him to tell me he wanted me just as

I stop him as he stops a few inches away from my body. “Don’t apologize. I’m tired of your apologies, Damon. I don’t want to listen to another one from

accept my apology?” He whispers. I can hear the pain in his voice, and it tugs at my heart. Why

they hadn’t adopted you, I may have never met you. I may have never gotten the chance to protect you the way that I love doing. In a way, I’m glad that they did, I’m glad that I got the chance to have you close

believe those words were coming from Damon’s mouth. What did this

One minute it felt like he wanted Anya and only her. The next, it felt like I was the one that he wanted. And maybe, I felt this way because

happened to like each other. Would you have chosen to be with

his response to that question. I needed to listen to him tell

racing in my chest,

would have had a chance. Tell me what I want to hear for

now. What difference would

face looks like he’s in pain as he seems to have an inner battle within

“Clarissa—”

to answer me because we hear footsteps and someone

No. No. No.