Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 166

Chapter 166 Lisa: Fevers and Dreams

LISA

How long has it been?

A few days?

Weeks?

The sun should keep me oriented, but a fever gets me the first night I'm there.

The girl, Marisol, comes by every so often. Always with food. A few times with bowls filled with some noxious liquid that has my nostrils trying to close, avoiding the smell coming from within.

She's expressionless as she shoves it down my throat, and I'm too weak to fight her off.

It's medicine, I think.

I think that because I slowly get better after the third bowl.

In between moments of lucidity, I dream.

Normal life. Home. Mom and Dad.

Working with Ava at Beaniverse.

Flirting with that cute guy who accidentally wandered into our professor's Eng Lit class instead of some sort of philosophy class two doors down.

Cozy, happy dreams, of a place far from here.

An escape from the reality that chains me.

At some point the dreams turn from happy comfort to something uneasy and dark.

and I relax at our favorite café, sipping lattes and chatting. For a moment,

the

dark tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my voice won't work. She keeps talking,

dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but my feet

we're on a plane, Ava beside me. She's gripping the armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand

is a blur of sky

Impact.

Pain sears. Ava's hand slips from

sea of blood. Ava, burning alive. Ava, torn apart by unseen monsters. And always, I'm helpless to

but I can't escape. I can't wake up. The horrors play out again and again, an endless loop of

mercifully, I do wake

heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me, holding a bowl of that foul-smelling liquid to my

she commands,

the bitter liquid hits my tongue, but I force myself to swallow. Anything to chase away

the Master fed from you?" she asks, her voice

surprised by the question. "Just once," I rasp out, wincing at

head. "The withdrawal shouldn't be

something in her tone, an undercurrent of emotion I can't quite place.

she mutters, "He must favor

respond to that. The idea that this monster might favor me fills me with nothing but

her lips moving

odd behavior. My body aches, my mind feels fuzzy, and all I want is to curl

again, her hands prodding at my skin with a clinical detachment that

fingers press against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my shoulder

rasp out, my voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He only

as if tasting the words. "But the

that. The memory of his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure that followed, makes bile rise in my throat, the medicine threatening to

trying to push

arms and resting her cheek on them as she stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a

you know?" she asks softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "When did you realize you were in love with the

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