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.

than we initially thought. Why would she want to kill me? To get me out of

to another room, and to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After

me. I blinked once, then

one would even realize that I was missing,

trouble. And this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would be no Damon

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

it was the safest place in the house,

trying to figure out how to get out

be 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

hold my arm in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get out

alive, what proof would I have to blame

a

to prove who Anya indeed

inside of me; it was a strange

a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all I

me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward.

untouched painting on the wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched as

minute to realize what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I

It was her—the witch.

one picture was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had only been freed because

flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it

out of the house, following the path before the fire

chest as I watch the house burn to the

look at it for a second time. I

of Anya with the witch that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl next to

meant that they knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya

this picture, it’s possible that she was her

so desperate to

was still in front