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.”

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 changed his mind

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

my 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 watch him

you realize by now that every time something happens to you, my whole f*****g world

part; why did he have to

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

He frowns, “do what?”

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

things like

like what?” He demands. How can

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

at my words, it’s weird, but I don’t think Damon has even realized what he’s been doing all along. I

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

whispers as he steps

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 desperately 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

never gotten the chance to protect you the way that I love

part. 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 was the one that he wanted. And maybe, I felt this way because Damon himself had no idea what he wanted. He was torn

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

hear his response to that question. I needed to listen to

heart was racing in my chest, unable to keep

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 hear it from

as he seems to have an

“Clarissa—”

get to answer me because we hear footsteps and

No. No. No.