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.”

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

could have happened to you if Autumn didn’t tell us that she couldn’t

doesn’t mean I’m proud of my actions.

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

part; why did he have to

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

He frowns, “do what?”

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

always say things

How can

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

even realized what he’s been doing all along. I don’t think he’s

that I loved. I didn’t want him to change his behavior towards

as he steps

another 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 wanted him to tell me he wanted me just as desperately as I needed him. There were

inches away from my body. “Don’t apologize. I’m tired

I can hear the pain in his voice,

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 got the chance to have you close to me. I have mixed emotions about the entire thing. It’s crazy but I don’t think my life would have been the

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

was the one that he wanted.

each

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

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

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

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

in pain as he seems to have an inner battle within

“Clarissa—”

get to answer me because we hear footsteps and someone calling his

No. No. No.