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?

and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire—I probably shouldn't be so skeptical at

side of me just

"A real unicorn?"

a part of me wonders if that's

I miss them.

to think about

Like yourself." She points to the underside of

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

my left breast, pulling it up and poking beneath it with one elegantly manicured finger. "There. Fae-blessed. It left its

shudders in rejection at her touch. My skin crawls, though she clearly

dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as they take in my

is nothing like the girl I met for the first time. Then she was

and a devious curve to

don't like this Marisol very

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

his absence?

tilts at an unnatural angle,

nothing there except the birthmark I've always had—an irregularly

something that made me unique. My mother used to

her tongue, a sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You

of envy and derision that makes

the little bit of privacy it allows me. The

eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished

glance down at the sad little meal congealing on

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

thin. She looks like she's debating with herself, some internal struggle playing out behind those eerie

just turns away, no

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