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 an insane

human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

rolls her eyes in a bratty way, and a part of me wonders

I miss them.

try not to think

human. Like yourself." She points to the underside of

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

breast, pulling it up and poking beneath it with one elegantly manicured finger. "There.

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

dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as

for the first time. Then she was timid, perhaps even naive, and

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

don't like this

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

to his absence?

too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle,

there except the birthmark I've always had—an irregularly

thought much of it before. Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that made

sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so

drips with a strange mix of envy and

bit of privacy it allows

looks at me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass.

in subject catches me off guard. I glance down at the sad little meal congealing on

blessing? What does this—" I gesture to the underside of

herself, some internal

away,

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