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

know why. I can’t

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 closer, it would pull her in

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

find some of Anya in Willow, while a more

I let

color is returning,” Autumn

as

Willow?” She gasped when her eyes

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

almost looked flushed under

are you feeling?” I ask

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

her eyes grow sad. “Am I going to

last thing I expected her to ask me. I don’t

growl. “You’re not going to 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

surprised by my response. It took me a few seconds to realize I was still holding her. I abruptly let go of her and stood back, letting my family take over

out of there. I didn’t want to care for Willow. I didn’t want to worry over her, and I

death. However, that didn’t change the way I felt about her.

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