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?

with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no

side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

eyes in a bratty way, and a part of me wonders if that's

I miss them.

not to think about them too

yourself." She points

straighten, my food forgotten in my hunger for information. "Fae-blessed…? What do

up

from her, my entire body shudders in rejection at her touch. My skin crawls,

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

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

wicked glint in her eye and a devious curve to her

like this Marisol very

that I realize there are no bite marks on her body. No bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished, though still sickly, with that odd translucent sheen to

it a reaction to his

an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold my stare. "You must know it's

underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had—an irregularly shaped patch of skin that's almost

that made

the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud to

mix of envy and derision that makes my skin

arms across my chest for the little bit of privacy it allows me. The sudden movement makes the chains rattle. "What blessing? What does my birthmark

looks at me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished with your

subject catches me off guard. I glance down at the sad little meal congealing on the tray. My stomach twists,

What do you mean, blessing?

with herself, some

away, no

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