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.

initially thought. Why would she want to

and to my horror, the windows were already covered with flames. After searching

skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe this was

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

And this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would be no

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

was in; it was the safest place in the house, at

to figure out how to get out of there

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

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

proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to

a scream of

prove who Anya indeed was.

closed my eyes as I felt something move inside of me; it was a strange feeling, unlike anything I’d ever

to realize that the sound was coming

opened my eyes, and the most fascinating 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 even though it could

a strange untouched painting on the wall. Why was it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it

minute to realize what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I did, the ground

It was her—the witch.

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

didn’t have time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were

following the path before the fire can burn it entirely down

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

picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at it

kill me.

Everything that we once thought was

who was she to her? Judging by this picture, it’s possible that she was

she was so desperate to marry Damon? Was she slowly plotting her

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