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.”

looks unhappy with 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

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

mean I’m proud of my

life?” He demands. “Why don’t you realize by now that every time something happens to you,

he have

do that?” I demand, answering his

He frowns, “do what?”

I only put my life in danger when it concerns him? If he gave me what I

always say things like this.”

like what?” He demands. How

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

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

just 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. I didn’t want to regret saying

he

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

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

my apology?” He whispers. I can hear the pain in his voice,

I wish 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

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

felt like he wanted Anya and only her. The next, it felt like 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 between the

just two strangers who happened to like each other. Would you have chosen to be with me then? Would you have given me everything

question. I needed to listen to him tell

heart was racing in my chest, unable to

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

wrong with 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

he seems to have an inner battle within

“Clarissa—”

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

No. No. No.