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.

lattes and chatting. For a moment, the world

the shadows

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

shadow reaches for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but my feet are rooted.

joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing us forward.

The world outside the windows is a blur of sky and ground, rushing closer and

Impact.

Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand slips

Ava, drowning in a sea of blood. Ava, burning alive. Ava, torn apart by unseen monsters. And always, I'm

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

I

sweat. My throat feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me, holding a bowl of that foul-smelling liquid to

she commands,

I force myself to swallow. Anything to chase

with a curious intensity. "How often has the Master fed from you?" she asks, her voice almost

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

eyes widen. "Only once?" She shakes her head. "The withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for a single

of emotion I can't quite place.

face as she mutters, "He must favor

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

room, her lips moving but no

My body aches, my mind feels fuzzy, and all

care about my discomfort. Marisol crouches next to me again, her hands prodding at my skin

my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my shoulder that I realize

rough from

she repeats, as if tasting the words. "But the withdrawal... it's so strong. He

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

to push

crossing her arms and resting her cheek on them as she stares at me. There's something

leaving mine. "When did you realize you were

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