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, I’m never the one

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

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.

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

he have to say that to

I demand, answering

He frowns, “do what?”

hear the irritation in 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

always say things

He demands. How can he be this

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

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

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

he whispers as he steps closer to

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

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

He whispers. I can hear the pain in his voice, and it

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

lips part. I couldn’t believe those words were coming from Damon’s mouth. What did this mean?

signals from Damon. 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

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 you have given me everything that

question. I needed to listen to him

racing in my chest, unable to keep

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

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 his

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

“Clarissa—”

finish. He doesn’t get to answer me because we hear footsteps and

No. No. No.