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,

human side of me just

"A real unicorn?"

rolls her eyes in a bratty way, and a part

I miss them.

not to think

human. Like yourself." She points to the underside

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

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

her, my entire body shudders in rejection at her touch. My skin crawls, though she clearly has

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

met for the first time. Then she was

and a devious curve to her

this Marisol very

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

reaction to his absence? To the lack

friendly. Her head tilts at an

except the birthmark I've always had—an irregularly shaped patch of skin that's almost golden against the rest of

much of it before. Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that made me unique. My mother

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

a strange mix of envy and derision that

talking about?" I demand, crossing my arms across my chest for the little bit of privacy it allows me. The sudden

Marisol only looks at me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are

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

you didn't answer my question. What do you mean, blessing? What does this—" I gesture

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

away, no

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