Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 142

Chapter 142 Lisa: Chained

The sound of water dripping is the first thing to break through the darkness of my mind.

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

It's an erratic rhythm that leaves me uncomfortable.

The voices come next, soft, sibilant whispers. Evil. Whoever they are, they'd be the villains in any story.

Eventually, I realize the darkness is really just pain. Pain that throbs and aches in half my face. But why?

Vampires.

That's why.

My eyes fly open when I finally remember, and I struggle to sit up, blinking into the darkness.

I can't see anything.

Are my eyes open?

My hands won't reach my face, yanking against something cold and hard around my wrists.

Manacles?

Swiping my hands around, I can feel the heavy, rusted chains holding me down, bolted to the floor.

Fuck.

This is…

Really not good.

Ava. Is Ava here?

"Ava?" I whisper, but there's nothing.

plink, plink-plink

voices

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

with a mania of isolation and fear. I try to move again, the chains rattling

me go!" I yank at the manacles, the metal biting into my wrists. Pain sears through my arms, but I don't care. I have to get out. I have to find Ava. "You

Sobs wrack my body, each one tearing out of my throat. It's

can barely stand, the shackles forcing me to hunch over. My muscles burn

Plink. Plink-plink.

eyes to adjust to the darkness. Shapes slowly emerge from the inky blackness. Rough stone walls, a small window high above my head. The barest hint

I'm in a cell.

A fucking cell.

vampire's dungeon like a gothic romance heroine. Except there's no dashing hero coming to save me. No one even knows where I

Plink-plink-plink.

up pace, as if mocking my realization. I want to scream again, to rage against the unfairness

hidden deep inside. I can't shift into

I hate this.

hated how he was always around. Hated his grim determination to keep

here to tell me I

this any day of

how? How can he possibly find me

my eyes, hot and bitter. I let them

Ava, of her fierce determination and unwavering loyalty. She won't give up

they

I don't know anything

so

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

It's maddening, the irregularity of it. I want to scream, to beg for

don't. I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood and focus on the

will find me. That Lucas and the Westwood pack will tear this place apart

the alternative is too terrifying

face. I imagine his arms around me, his voice in my ear telling me it's

for a moment, just a moment, I

Plink.

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