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

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

could feel the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe

realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they

was the only one that could save myself. There would be no

flames were getting closer and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the

first room I was in; it was the safest place in the house,

look around, trying to figure out how to get out of there

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

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

I

let out a scream of

Anything to prove who Anya indeed was. I had

move inside of me; it was a

to realize that the sound was coming from me. I

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 even though it

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

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

It was her—the witch.

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

time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in

path before the fire

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

good look at it for a second

tried to kill me. She

along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under

picture, it’s possible that she was her

desperate to marry Damon? Was

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