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

know why. I can’t

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

painful if she did. However, it turns out that not only did she look nothing like Anya,

of me hoped that I could find

its average temperature, and I let

color is returning,” Autumn

as

something happen to Willow?” She gasped when her eyes

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

confused me. She almost looked flushed under

feeling?” I

bites down on her lip before saying

her eyes grow sad. “Am

at her question; it’s the last thing I expected her to ask me. I

called a different doctor. I hope this one will have more answers than the last, and even if he

to realize I was still holding her. I abruptly let

care for Willow. I didn’t want to worry over her, and I sure as

that didn’t change the way I felt about her. She claimed that I was under a spell; she claimed that I

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