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.

favorite café, sipping lattes and

then the

of my vision, dark tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my voice won't work. She keeps talking, oblivious, until the shadows coalesce into a

but no sound comes out. The shadow reaches for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but my feet are rooted. Darkness

the armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort

is a blur of sky

Impact.

rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears.

a sea of blood. Ava, burning alive. Ava, torn apart by unseen monsters.

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

I do wake

cell, shivering and drenched in sweat. My throat feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me, holding

she commands,

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

a curious intensity. "How often has the

by the question. "Just once," I rasp out, wincing at the pain in my

head. "The withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for

an undercurrent of emotion I can't

as she mutters, "He must favor you

that. The idea that this monster might favor me

the room, her lips moving but

to engage with Marisol's odd behavior. My body aches, my mind feels fuzzy, and all I want is

about my discomfort. Marisol crouches next to me again, her hands prodding at my skin with a clinical detachment that

my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my

out, my voice rough from

she looks at me with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as

know how to respond to that. The memory of his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure

trying to

girl settles back on her heels, crossing her arms and resting her cheek on them as she stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I can't quite

softly, her eyes never leaving mine.

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