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.”

by the glare he gives me next, it’s safe to say that I’m

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

and glare at him. I’m aware of what I did, but it doesn’t mean I’m proud of

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

part; why did he have to say that

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

He frowns, “do what?”

can still 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 it concerns him? If he gave me what I wanted, I wouldn’t have to resort to

say things like this.”

demands. How can he be

explain. “Dante, Atticus, and Griffin would never tell me that my careless actions turn their whole worlds upside 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,

my words, it’s weird, but I don’t think Damon has even realized what 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

he steps closer

want 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 so many

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

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 his mouth affect me this

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

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 ever get from

The next, it felt like I was the one

met under different circumstances, just two strangers who happened to like each other. Would you have chosen to

hear his response to that question. I needed to listen

my heart was racing in

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

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

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

“Clarissa—”

finish. He doesn’t get to answer

No. No. No.