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.”

me. It was the first time I was willingly holding her like this. I’ve made sure to keep a distance between us in

why. I can’t

breath of fresh air in my dull life. She was someone I had to keep away from my darkness; if she got any closer, it would pull her in and destroy her life just like it had

be painful if she did. However, it turns out

me hoped that I could find some of Anya in Willow,

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

color is returning,” Autumn

as she enters the

gasped

person she saw. Her

almost looked

you feeling?”

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

nod, and her eyes grow sad. “Am I

ask me. I don’t know why I felt angry because of that one question. It made no sense

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

few seconds to realize I was still holding her. I abruptly let go of her and stood back, letting my

I didn’t want to worry over her, and I sure as hell

everything after her death. However, that didn’t change the way I felt about her. She claimed that I was under

weeks since then, and I still haven’t recovered. I think I love her even more now that