Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

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?

manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire—I probably shouldn't be so skeptical at the idea of hunting

very human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

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

I miss them.

think

yourself." She points to the underside

is the most interesting conversation she's ever offered, and I straighten, my food forgotten in my hunger for information. "Fae-blessed…? What do you

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

rejection at her touch. My skin crawls, though she clearly has

dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as

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

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

don't like this Marisol

body. No bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished,

to his

for yourself," she says, her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold 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

Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that

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

mix of envy and

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

only looks at me, her green eyes cold

down at the sad little meal congealing on the tray. My stomach

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

She looks like she's debating with herself, some internal

away, no longer looking at