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.”

right now. Judging by the glare he gives me next, it’s safe to say that I’m the one he’s upset with. But according to him, I’m never the one

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

but it doesn’t mean I’m proud of my actions. Doesn’t he realize how painful it would be for

do you always do things that endanger your life?” He demands. “Why don’t you realize by now that every time something happens

lips part; why did he have

that?” I demand, answering his question

He frowns, “do what?”

his voice. He’s still angry with me for putting my life in danger yet again. Doesn’t he realize by now that I only put my life in danger when it concerns him? If he gave me what I wanted, I wouldn’t have to resort to doing these crazy things to get away from

say things like

He demands. How

down. They would never get so worked up over my disappearance as you do. You have always protected me more than they have done. I know they care about me also, but it’s different with you. 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 protective over me. You expect me to throw everything away when your words make my heart skip a beat every

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

loved. I didn’t want him to change his behavior towards me now that he understood what it was doing to me.

he

chance for us. I wanted him to tell me he wanted me just as desperately

few inches away from my body. “Don’t apologize. I’m tired of your apologies, Damon. I

this when you don’t even accept my apology?” He whispers. I can hear the pain in his voice, and it tugs at my heart. Why does every word out of

things were different, Clarissa.” He confesses. “I do. I wish my parents hadn’t adopted you. I wish I had met you under different circumstances. However, if 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

couldn’t believe those words were coming from Damon’s mouth. What did this mean? Was this the closest thing to a confession I would

the one that he wanted. And maybe, I

had met under different circumstances, just two strangers who happened to like each other. Would you have chosen to be with me then?

response to that question. I needed to listen to him

my heart was racing in my chest, unable to keep up with my

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

our situation now. What difference would it make? Why did I need to

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

“Clarissa—”

doesn’t get to finish. He doesn’t get to answer me

No. No. No.