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.

initially thought. Why would she want to kill

horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no place for

me. I blinked once, then twice;

knew that I was here except Anya. No one would even realize that I was missing,

trouble. And this time, I was the only one that could save myself.

and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a

moved back to the first room I was in; it was the safest place in the house, at

trying to figure out how

something. I could try shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even

I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get

proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to kill

a scream of

Anya indeed was. I had to. I was

as I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling,

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

my eyes, and the most fascinating yet shocking thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to

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

was holding in my hands, but the moment I did, the ground shook

It was her—the witch.

picture was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had only been freed because of the fire that was set to

were howling in my ear, reminding me it was

following the path before the fire

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

good look

with the witch that had tried to kill

knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she was

she to her? Judging by this picture, it’s possible

this why she was so desperate to

wedding would take place in less than an hour, and I was still in front of