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.

Why would she want to kill me? To get me out of Damon’s life

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 twice; I couldn’t believe

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

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

screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the floor

moved back to the first room I was in; it was the

around, trying to figure out how

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 to think about anything. I had to

me. I had to suck

what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to kill

a

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

something move inside of me; it was

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

before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me long to start to move forward. I walked between it,

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

holding in my

It was her—the witch.

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

flames were howling in my ear, reminding me it

the house, following the path before

the picture to my chest as I watch the house burn to the

my eyes, taking a good look at it for a second time. I still

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

that they knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was

picture, it’s possible that she

was so desperate to marry Damon? Was

still in front of this burning house with the proof I