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 past. However, today was the first day I

why. I

very beautiful. She was like a breath of fresh air in my dull

scared at one point that she would remind me of her sister; I was terrified that it would be painful if she did.

to feel about it. Part of me hoped that I could find some of Anya in Willow, while a more significant

could feel her skin returning to its average temperature, and I let go of a breath I

is returning,”

as

gasped

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

almost looked flushed under

are you feeling?” I

saying softly, “I’m fine.

her eyes grow sad. “Am

her question; it’s the last thing I expected her to ask me. I don’t know why I felt angry because of that one question.

die. Anya asked me to keep you safe, and I’ll do just that. We called 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 until I

a few seconds to realize I was still holding

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

she used me since 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

weeks since then, and I still haven’t recovered. I think I love her