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.

sipping lattes and chatting. For a

then 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,

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

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

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

Impact.

Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand slips

nightmares keep coming, each more horrific than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of blood. Ava, burning alive. Ava, torn apart by unseen monsters. And always, I'm helpless to save her,

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

mercifully, I do

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 liquid

commands, tipping

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

intensity. "How often has the

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

her tone, an undercurrent of emotion

her face as she mutters, "He must favor you

might favor me fills me with nothing but a sickening twist of my

her lips

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

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

against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's

I rasp out, my voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He only bit me

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

agonizing pain, and the sickening

hard, trying to push the

and resting her cheek on them as she stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I can't

softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "When did you realize you were

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