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.

warms my face as Ava and I relax at our favorite café, sipping lattes and chatting. For a moment, the world

the

edges 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

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

beside me. She's gripping the armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but

I'm screaming. The world outside the windows is a blur of sky and ground, rushing

Impact.

and rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand slips from

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

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

finally, mercifully, I do

heavy and weak. Marisol kneels

commands, tipping the

force myself to swallow. Anything to chase away the lingering

"How often has the Master fed from you?" she

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

shakes her head. "The withdrawal shouldn't be

an undercurrent of emotion I can't

"He must favor you greatly, for a

how to respond to that. The idea that this monster might favor me fills me with nothing but a sickening twist of

room, her lips

My body aches, my mind feels fuzzy, and all I want is

doesn't seem to care about my discomfort. Marisol crouches next to me again, her hands prodding at my skin with

she's doing. Her fingers press against my neck, my wrists, my ankles.

don't have any," I rasp out, my voice rough from

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

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

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

leaving mine. "When did you realize you

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