The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 183

Book 3 Chapter 19

~DANTE~

What the f**k was wrong with me?

Why did I lose control like that? When I saw Willow inside that room, waiting eagerly and all innocently for a stranger that she didn’t even know, everything snapped.

The kiss was supposed to be a lesson; there wasn’t even supposed to be a kiss. That decision happened in a split second.

Atticus grabs my arm the second I exit the room, “what’s wrong?”

“Willow was inside that room,” I answer him.

I can’t remember the last time I’ve ever been this angry. I was f*****g furious, and I didn’t know how to calm down.

Why did she tell me that she wouldn’t take part if she were going to do the exact opposite?

“She was?” Atticus asks. “I wonder why she said differently. So she’s the person you were referring to earlier? The one that lied to you.”

I run a hand down my face. “I told her how many f*****g assholes attended this Academy, and she still chose to participate. Kissing wasn’t the only thing that could have happened inside that room with one of those assholes.”

“Did you just storm off on her like that?” Atticus demands. “You should have spoken to her. Find out why she did it. I’m sure it’s just a misunderstanding.”

“To hear her say what?” I demand. “That she wanted to kiss a random stranger?”

“We don’t know if that’s what happened.” He disagrees. “Why are you behaving like this? Why are you so angry?”

for an answer to his question. The first thing I could think about was Anya and my

do everything possible to make her last wishes come true. If Willow lies to me again, I won’t always be

deep breath and looks around us, checking if anyone is listening to

always loved her so

her because of Autumn, but every second I spent with Anya still lives rent-free in my head. I’m not going to magically forget

sorry I said anything. You can’t help who you fall in love with. I hope one day you can

that Willow gets home safely?” I ask my brother, stopping him from finishing

shocked when I asked him, “And what about you? Where do

go somewhere to clear

and listen to Willow’s explanation. However, I was too angry to

was one thing that had proven in the

ask questions. I’m sure he had an idea of where I

that he didn’t do more to

in and pressed my forehead against the steering wheel. Things kept getting worse for me. Whenever I felt like this, the first thing I did was look for Anya. All I had left of her were

my pocket and removed

held it between my fingers and

kiss her,” I whisper.

her in some way. Crossing her was something I would never be

first time I’d kissed Willow. It was the second

picture in front of me, knowing it wasn’t possible to get an answer from

my pocket and dialed a number I didn’t think