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

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

threatening to hurt me. I blinked once, then twice; I couldn’t believe this was

that I was missing, and even

one that could save myself. There would

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

back to the first room I was in; it

figure out how to get out

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

finally catch up to me. I had to

alive, what proof would I have to blame Anya

a scream of

Anya indeed was. I had to. I was

something move inside of me; it was a

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 knew was

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 trusted it even though it

it pointing me to this painting? I slowly lifted it

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

It was her—the witch.

Just one picture was staring me straight in the eye. A picture that had only been

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

before the fire

the house burn to the ground before my eyes. It was falling apart right in front of

to my eyes, taking a good look at it for a

picture of Anya with the witch that had tried to kill me.

once thought was a lie. Anya wasn’t under a spell; she was working

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

to marry

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