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.

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

covered with flames. After searching the entire house, it was confirmed

me. I

realize that I was missing, and even if

was the only one that could save myself. There would be

screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto the floor next

was in; it was the safest

look around, trying to figure out how

something. I could try shifting into my wolf, but recently it hasn’t been that easy and even if I did,

up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be

if I got out alive, what proof would I have to blame Anya

out a

Anya indeed was. I had

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

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

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

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

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

It was her—the witch.

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

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

house, following the path before the fire can burn it entirely

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

closer to my eyes, taking a good look at

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

along. Everything that we once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a

this picture, it’s possible that she was

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

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