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.

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

After searching the entire house, it was confirmed that there was no place

could feel the heat pouncing on my skin, threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice;

even realize that I was missing, and even if they did, they

time, I was the only one that could save

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

it was the safest

around, trying to figure out how to get

I 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

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

I have to blame Anya for

out a scream of

who Anya indeed was. I had

as I felt something move inside of me; it was a

and it took me a few seconds to realize that the sound was coming

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

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

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

It was her—the witch.

eye. A picture that had

were howling in my ear, reminding me it

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

as I watch the house burn to the ground

bring the picture closer to my eyes, taking a good look

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

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

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

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

was still in front of this burning house with the