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.

we initially thought. Why would she want to kill me?

and to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed

on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I

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

the only one that could save myself. There

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

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

figure out how to get out of there

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

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

alive, what proof would I have to blame

a scream of

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

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

took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming

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 even though

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 from behind it. I catch it before it can touch

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

It was her—the witch.

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

were howling in my ear, reminding me it

rush out of the house, following the path before the fire can burn it entirely

burn to the ground before my eyes.

eyes, taking a good look at it

kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl next

we once thought was a lie. Anya

picture,

so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly plotting

in front