The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 167

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 3

~DANTE~

I pick Willow up into my arms and carry her downstairs near a fire pit.

“Why does this keep happening to her?” I ask my mother. “It doesn’t make any sense. Even the doctors don’t know what is wrong with her.”

I’m tired of seeing her like this. Anya asked me to protect her sister and I wasn’t doing a damn good job at it. If she was here, she would be disappointed with me. I hate myself for not granting her wish.

Why couldn’t the doctors help her by now? What more was needed to help her?

“It is a bit strange,” Autumn whispers. “I’m worried about her.”

I was also, but not because I cared about her. I was worried because I promised Anya that I would protect her. I didn’t want to break my promise to her.

She wanted me to marry her sister to give her a better life. What good was marrying her if I couldn’t figure out what was happening to her?

“Just keep her close to the fire Dante.” My mother orders me. “If it’s anything like the last time, she would be okay in a few minutes.”

she said. I held Willow close to me. It was the first time I was willingly holding her like this. I’ve made

know why. I can’t explain

I gently move her hair out of her face. I couldn’t deny that Willow was beautiful, very beautiful. She was like a breath of fresh air in my dull life. She was someone I had to keep away from my darkness; if she got any

like Anya. I was scared at one point that she would remind me of her sister; I was terrified that it would be painful if she did. However, it turns out that not only did she

find some of

temperature, and I let go of

color is returning,”

Clarissa asks as

She gasped when her eyes

opened her eyes; I was the first person she

me. She almost looked flushed under

you feeling?” I ask

her lip before saying softly, “I’m fine. Did it happen

eyes grow sad. “Am I going

I don’t

a different doctor. I hope this one will have more answers than the last, and even if he doesn’t, we will find someone else. I won’t stop

still holding

storm out of there. I didn’t want to care for Willow. I didn’t want to worry over her, and I sure as hell didn’t want to hold her like I did just a moment

death. However, that didn’t change the way I felt about her. She claimed that I was under a spell; she claimed that I would forget about my feelings for

still haven’t recovered. I think I love her