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.”

me, or maybe he’s upset with our situation. I’m not sure which of those has him angry 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 he’s angry with. But it’s possible that he has

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

lips 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 to

demands. “Why don’t you realize by now that every time something happens to you, my whole f*****g world

why did he have to say that to me?

that?” I demand, answering

He frowns, “do what?”

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

always say things like

demands. How

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 damn time. Don’t you realize by now that your words and

Damon has even realized what he’s been doing all

opened his eyes. I didn’t want him to 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.

he

apology from him. I was tired of his apologies. I wanted him to fight for me instead of saying there was no chance for us. I

my body. “Don’t apologize.

can I fix any of this when you don’t even accept my apology?” He whispers. I can hear the pain in his voice, and it tugs

way that I love doing. In a way, I’m glad that they did, I’m glad

from Damon’s mouth. What did this mean? Was this the closest thing to a confession I

like I was the one that he

share the same last name as yours, if we had met under different circumstances, just two strangers who happened to like each other. Would you have chosen to be with me then? Would

hear his response to that question.

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

I beg. “Tell me that we would have had a chance. Tell me what

me? It’s not like his answer would change our situation now. What difference would it make? Why did I need to

as he seems to have an inner battle

“Clarissa—”

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

No. No. No.