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.

as Ava and I relax at our favorite café, sipping lattes and chatting. For a moment, the world feels right again,

then the shadows

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

The shadow reaches for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she

shifts, and we're on a plane, Ava beside me. She's gripping the armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing us forward. Oxygen

world outside the windows is a

Impact.

and rends. Flames erupt. Pain

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

thrash against my chains, but I can't escape. I can't wake up. The horrors play out again and

finally, mercifully, I

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

she commands, tipping

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

me with a curious intensity. "How often has the Master fed

by the question. "Just once," I

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

an undercurrent of emotion I can't quite

favor you

monster might favor me fills

her lips moving but

don't have the energy to engage with Marisol's odd behavior. My body aches, my mind feels fuzzy, and all I want is to curl up and sleep until

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

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

voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He only

as if tasting the words.

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 the sensation

girl settles back on her heels, crossing her arms and resting her cheek on them as she

mine. "When did you realize

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