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?

stone room, chained to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by

human side of me

"A real unicorn?"

a part of me wonders if that's how I look to

I miss them.

to think about

Fae-blessed human. Like yourself." She points to the underside of her

she's ever offered, and I straighten, my food forgotten in

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

shudders in rejection at her touch. My

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

like the girl I met for the first time. Then she

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

don't like this

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

reaction to his absence? To the

for yourself," she says, her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes

breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always

quirk of genetics, something that made me unique. My

the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud to have such a strong

with a strange mix of envy and

bit of privacy it allows me. The sudden movement makes

her green eyes cold and flat

little meal congealing on the tray. My stomach

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

herself, some

she just turns away, no

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