The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn

The Unwanted Bride Of Atticus Fawn Chapter 259

Book 3 Chapter 94

~WILLOW~

“For an evil sorcerer, you don’t look that powerful,” I claim after watching him for hours. I was lying. I wanted to get under his skin. So far, he’d dismissed everything I’d said to him.

It probably wasn’t the best idea to provoke him, but I wanted to distract him as much as I could.

He quirks a brow. “Do you want me to hurt you and show you exactly the kind of power that I have?”

“Hurt me?” I grin. “You wouldn’t. Not when you need your sisters to save your plans.”

I was afraid, I truly was, but for some reason I couldn’t keep my stupid mouth shut. The words kept coming out of my mouth.

I didn’t like Cassius one bit. It was hard for me to believe that the man in front of me was the brother of Autumn and Clarissa. They were nothing like him.

He chuckles, “The plan was to bring you back alive. No one said anything about not hurting you in the process. I can take away that pain you’ve been feeling.”

“Pain?” I ask.

pain—unrequited love. You’ve loved him since the first day you met him. He was always the man for you. Unfortunately, he was already in love with the girl

dare say anything

me the same thing I was trying to

she wanted was revenge. Your husband is a foolish man; I can never love someone as foolish as he is. How can he not love the woman who would do anything for him but be willing to give up

first. She had him under a spell. There’s plenty of information that you’re

your precious husband chose to save your dead sister over you. If given a chance, Dante would leave you in the dust and save Anya. She’s not here presently to prove my point, but there’s a way that I

left me completely speechless. How could Dante ever have a choice between Anya and me when she wasn’t even here anymore? She was gone, and she wasn’t coming

the hell do you mean

trust Cassius, and he was very good at freaking me

do many filthy spells, but I hoped nothing would involve Anya or Dante. I wanted

“I can bring her back long enough to haunt your husband. He will be running after her the second that I do. If you want, I can prove to you

“you don’t have the power to resurrect anyone. If you did, you would have resurrected your father a

was his role model. He wanted to be just like him. If he truly had the power to do something that