Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 187

Chapter 187 Lisa: Fae Blessed

LISA

Eternity is a bitch.

That's the conclusion I've come to, after being locked in this room.

Living forever, with nothing ever changing? That's enough to drive anyone crazy. No wonder that asshole vampire is the way he is.

Sometimes, I think I've been awake for days; other times, I think I've been asleep for longer. My meals don't seem to come at any consistent time, and Marisol's temper fluctuates every time I see her.

Today, she's cold, nearly throwing the tray in my direction.

Cold soup splatters. The strawberries look wilted. Still, no utensils to make my life easier.

At this point, I'm used to the filth of living here, and even the disgrace of utilizing a waste bucket.

Still, compared to before…

It's pretty good.

That crazy vampire hasn't returned, and I'm never going to complain about his absence.

It's as if Marisol can read my mind, because she suddenly says, sounding childish and petulant, "Master's been searching for a friend for you."

A wilted chunk of strawberry drops from my fingers, gathering dirt as it rolls across the stone floor. "A friend?"

My heart rate increases drastically as I think of Ava.

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire—I probably shouldn't

side of me

"A real unicorn?"

and a part of me wonders

I miss them.

think about them

yourself." She points to

is the most interesting conversation she's ever offered, and I straighten, my food forgotten in my hunger for information. "Fae-blessed…? What do you

her way over and grabbing my left breast, pulling it up and poking beneath it with one elegantly manicured finger. "There.

my entire body shudders in rejection at her touch. My skin crawls, though she clearly has no prurient

eyes sharp as they take in

like the girl I met for the first time. Then she was timid, perhaps even naive, and

curve to her lips. She's harder, harsher, and

don't like this Marisol very

her body. No bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished, though still sickly, with that odd

his absence? To the lack

be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as

except the birthmark I've always had—an irregularly shaped patch of skin that's almost golden

much of it before. Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that made me unique. My mother used to joke that

her tongue, a sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud to have such a

drips with a strange mix of envy and derision that makes my skin

about?" I demand, crossing my arms across my chest for the little bit of privacy it allows me. The sudden movement makes

at me, her green eyes cold

at the sad little meal congealing on the tray. My stomach twists, though whether from hunger or

my question. What do you mean, blessing? What does this—" I gesture to the underside of

She looks like she's debating with herself, some internal

away, no longer looking at

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