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

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

my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I

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

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

were getting closer and closer, closing in on me. I screamed as a piece of wood dropped onto

the first room I was in; it was the safest place in the house, at

out how to get out of there

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

pain when the flames finally catch up to me. I had to suck it up. It wouldn’t be the only burn to get out of this

what proof would I have to blame Anya for trying to

out a

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

inside of me; it was a strange

there was a piercing scream, and it took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming from me. I didn’t understand why I was screaming; all I

thing happened next. The fire formed a pathway before me, showing me the way. It doesn’t take me

painting? I slowly lifted it off the

took me a minute to realize what I was holding in my hands, but the moment I did,

It was her—the witch.

me straight in the eye. A picture that had only been freed because

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

house, following the path before the fire can burn it

as I watch the house burn to the ground

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

had tried to kill me. She

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

by this picture, it’s possible

was so desperate to marry

wedding would take place in less than an hour, and I was still in front