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

hurt me. I blinked once, then

I was missing, and even if they did, they wouldn’t know where

only one that could save myself. There would

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

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

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

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

alive, what proof would I have to blame

let out a scream of

to find something. Anything to prove who Anya indeed was.

inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike

the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all I

fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to

I 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 watched as a picture fell from behind it. I catch

was holding in my hands, but the moment

It was her—the witch.

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

didn’t have time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it was time to

before the fire can burn it entirely down

I watch the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right

bring the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t believe

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

that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she was working

picture, it’s

this why she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly plotting

would take place in less than an hour, and I was still in front of this burning house with the proof I needed