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.

want to kill me? To get me

with flames. After searching the entire

feel the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me.

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

this time, I was the only one that could save myself. There would

and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of

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

figure out how to get out of

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

me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get out of

proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to kill

out a scream of

to find something. Anything to prove who Anya indeed

of me; it was a strange feeling,

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

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,

pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it off the wall and watched

my hands, but

It was her—the witch.

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

have time to comprehend what was happening. The flames were howling in my ear, reminding

house, following the path before the

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

picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look at

kill

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

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

to marry Damon? Was she slowly plotting

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