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.

she want to

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

me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t

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

the only one that

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

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

figure out

my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did,

hold my arm in pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the

out alive, what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to

a

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

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

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

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,

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

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

It was her—the witch.

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

comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear,

before the fire can

chest as I watch the house burn to the ground before my

good look at it for a second time. I still couldn’t

that had tried to kill me. She was hugging her tightly with another girl

that they knew each other all along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she

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

to marry Damon? Was she slowly

less than an hour, and I was still in front of