The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 120

Book 2 Chapter 43

~CLARISSA~

Empty.

The house was completely empty.

Anya must have cleared it after discovering we had hired someone to monitor her. It’s why she told me to stay away from her home. She was only trying to provoke me.

If I had told anyone about it, they would have thought I was making everything up to stop the wedding. Maybe that’s what she wanted all along.

She wanted to make me look like a fool. She wanted to play the victim once more.

I dropped myself onto the floor and buried my face in my hands. This was my last chance to stop the wedding. It was my last chance to prevent Damon from ruining his life for me.

I couldn’t believe it was all over. Anya had played me. She did this to distract me from the wedding. She knew I would go to the house as a last resort. She knew I would try to find evidence.

How could I have been so stupid?

I slowly lift my head from my hands after realizing something I should have noticed sooner.

What was that scent? The sound?

I’ve heard it before in the forest.

Where was it coming from? I picked myself off the ground and walked out of the room, only to realize that all the exits were on fire.

A chill runs down my spine as I soon realize Anya’s true plan. She wanted to kill me in this house. It wasn’t just a distraction; she wanted me dead.

she want to kill me? To get me out of

were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was

skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe this was

except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing, and even if

was the only one that could save myself. There would be no Damon coming to my

closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of

it was the safest place in the house, at least

trying to figure out how to get out of

missing something. I could try shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did, I would still be trapped. I didn’t have much time to think

flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn

proof would I have to

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have to find something. Anything to prove who Anya indeed was. I had to. I was running out

as I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d ever

there was a piercing scream, and it took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all I

thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move

the path until I stopped before a strange untouched painting on the wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as a picture fell

took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands, but the

It was her—the witch.

eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set to trap

comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me

the house, following the path before the fire can burn it

the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in front

bring the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t

tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another

that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she was

Judging by this picture,

this why she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly plotting

I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed