The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 187

BOOK 3 CHAPTER 23

~WILLOW~

“Do you think your mother placed a protection spell on you?” He asks me. “She’s a witch, which makes you one. Do you have any idea what it might be?”

I bit my lip hard. It was true that my mother was a witch, and so was my sister. However, according to my mother, I’ve never shown any signs of being a witch.

She’s always thought that there was something wrong with me. I’ve never been able to do anything a witch could. I don’t know spells and even if I did, I wouldn’t be able to create magic.

“It’s hard to say,” I answer him. “It’s possible. My mother has always been very protective of me.”

He nods and opens his wallet to check for something. I’m about to ask him what he’s looking for when something catches my eye.

Why does he have a picture of Anya inside of his wallet?

I knew he loved her, but he was married to me. I felt some strange emotion in my chest that I immediately recognized.

It appears that I might be jealous of my own sister. That was impossible; I loved Anya with all my heart and wished she was still with us. So then, why do I feel this way?

Dante catches me staring at it, and he quickly shuts his wallet, almost like he doesn’t want me to see it. Was it possible that he felt guilty? Why would he? He’s never felt guilty in the past because of his feelings for her. He’s never tried to hide it, either. He was always very open about how much he loved her.

We’re silent for the rest of the drive home. There was nothing left for either one of us to say. I had to accept that Dante would never look at me differently. I will always be the sister of the woman he was in love with. He will never see me as his wife.

It felt like I was giving up without even putting up a fight. However, how could you win a fight that you’d already lost?

couldn’t compete with someone that was no

that man hurt you when you could have won that fight?” I finally ask him, breaking the

had just pulled into the garage, and Dante was waiting for me to step out of the

“why do you think I could have won that

and still wasn’t sure who’d

know you,” I

frowned, “you know

know how strong you are. I’m positive that you were letting that man win. What I don’t understand is why you would

they saw him lying on the ground. Was that truly

answer me. My hands tightened into fists

you hate me this much. You hate me to the point that you would rather get beaten up

and I could see how impatient he was becoming. Even speaking to me was painful for

be happier if I kept my mouth shut from now on? Would that make him more

the jeep without answering

“Dante!” I try again.

an answer. I needed

Willow.” He says in a low

wife, don’t you think I at least

dangerously at my question. Dante didn’t like when I referred to myself as his wife.

his door shut and walks over to my side. When he opens the door, I’m reminded of how

was not going in the direction I

to know

have asked if I didn’t.”