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.

would she want to

were already covered with flames. After

to hurt me. I blinked once, then

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

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

screamed as

I was in; it was the safest place in the

trying to figure out

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

arm in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had

I got out alive, what proof would I have to blame

a

Anya indeed was. I had to. I

felt something move inside of me; it was a

was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I

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 move forward. I walked between it, and for some strange reason, I completely trusted it

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

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

It was her—the witch.

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

what was happening. The flames were howling

the house, following the path before the

I watch the house burn to the ground before

the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still

with the witch that had tried to kill me. She was

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

by this picture, it’s possible that

to marry

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