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.”

I’ve made sure to keep a distance between us in the

don’t know why. I can’t explain

stop myself as 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

nothing 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

hoped that I could find

to its average temperature, and I let go of a breath

color is returning,”

Clarissa asks as she enters

to Willow?” She gasped when her

answer, Willow opened her eyes; I was the first person she saw. Her lips part, and her cheeks turn

She almost

feeling?” I ask

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

her eyes grow sad. “Am I

expected her to ask me. I don’t know why I felt angry because

and I’ll do just that. We called a different doctor. I hope this

by my response. It took me a few seconds to realize I was still holding her. I

say anything else as I storm out of there. I didn’t want to care for Willow. I didn’t want to worry over her, and I sure

the beginning. I knew everything after her 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 her after

and I still haven’t recovered. I think I love her even