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?

have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by

side of me just

"A real unicorn?"

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

I miss them.

to think about them too

human. Like yourself." She points

is the most interesting conversation she's ever offered, and I straighten, my food forgotten in my hunger for

sighs, before clomping her way over and grabbing my left breast, pulling it up and poking beneath it with one

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

dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as they

first time. Then she was timid, perhaps even naive, and living in

eye and a devious curve to her lips.

this Marisol

I realize there are no bite marks on her body. No bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished, though still sickly,

his absence?

Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking

I lift my breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had—an irregularly shaped patch of skin that's almost golden against the

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

in the stillness of the room. "You

mix of envy and derision that makes my skin

of privacy it allows me. The sudden movement makes

green eyes cold

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

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

debating with herself, some internal struggle playing out behind those

just turns away, no longer looking

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