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.

that erratic plink, plink-plink of something

voices are

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

heart and squeezing with a mania of isolation and fear. I try to move again, the chains rattling like mocking laughter. Frustration rips through my chest and I scream, the sound raw and

arms, but I don't care. I have to get out. I have

twist, my skin tearing, blood trickling down my forearms. Sobs wrack my body, each

of me. I can barely stand, the shackles forcing me to hunch

Plink. Plink-plink.

try to force my eyes to adjust to the darkness. Shapes slowly emerge from the inky blackness. Rough stone walls, a small window high above my

I'm in a cell.

A fucking cell.

like a gothic romance heroine. Except there's no dashing hero coming to save

Plink-plink-plink.

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

or super strength hidden deep inside. I can't shift into a wolf or melt into shadows.

I hate this.

always around. Hated his grim determination to keep us safe, at the expense of

wish desperately that he was here to tell me I told

over this any day

possibly find me when I

eyes, hot and bitter. I let them fall, too

won't give up

enough? Can they really go up against vampires and

don't know anything about

know is that I'm scared. I'm so fucking

Plink.

Plink-plink.

Plink.

sound fills my head, driving out every other thought. It's maddening, the irregularity of it.

my lip hard enough to taste blood and focus on the pain. It grounds me, keeps me from slipping

me. That Lucas and the Westwood

the alternative is too terrifying

imagine his arms around me, his voice in my ear telling me

moment, just a moment, I almost believe

Plink.

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