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.

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

the

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

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

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

outside the windows is a blur of

Impact.

erupt. Pain

of blood. Ava, burning alive. Ava, torn apart

can't escape. I can't wake up.

finally, mercifully, I do

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

commands, tipping the

myself to swallow. Anything to chase away

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

"Just once," I rasp out, wincing at

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

of emotion I

her face as she mutters, "He must favor you greatly, for

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

her lips moving but no

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

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

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

rough from disuse and screaming. "He

with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the words. "But the withdrawal... it's so strong. He must have taken

of his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure that followed, makes bile rise in my throat, the

trying to push the sensation

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

eyes never leaving mine. "When did you

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