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 be so skeptical at the idea of hunting

side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

a part of me wonders if

I miss them.

try not to think about

yourself." She points to the underside

offered, and I straighten, my food forgotten in my hunger

her way over and grabbing my left breast, pulling it up and

my entire body shudders in rejection at her touch. My

eyes

Marisol today is nothing like the girl I met for the first time.

a wicked glint in her eye and a devious curve to her lips. She's harder, harsher, and very much

don't like this Marisol

there are no bite marks on her body. No bruises. Her skin is clear and

to his

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

peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had—an irregularly

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

sound in the stillness of the room.

strange mix of envy and derision that makes my skin

demand, crossing my arms across my chest for the little bit of privacy it allows me. The sudden

green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished

glance down at the sad little meal congealing on

I snap, "I'm not finished. And you didn't answer my question. What do you mean, blessing? What does this—" I gesture

herself, some internal struggle

she just turns away, no

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