Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 228

Chapter 228 Lisa: Rescue?

An odd scraping has me waking in the middle of the night, when even the faint light from the high-up window has disappeared.

The sounds are irregular, not at all patterned, which I've come to learn means that there's either a person or animal behind it.

I hope it isn't a rat.

Sitting up, I strain my ears, past the thudding of my heart against my ribs. More odd sounds echo around me. A soft scuffle comes from outside the wall where Marisol usually appears with my meager meals. My breath catches in my throat.

That mysterious note comes to mind.

Could it be? After all this time, has someone finally come for me?

Hope surges through my veins, making me dizzy. I press a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart. Slow, deep breaths that expand my ribs and reduce my pulse rate to a level that doesn't have me woozy with the rush of blood.

My muscles are weak, despite the squat and other stretches I work on daily, trying to keep myself as in shape as I can.

How long have I been in this hellhole? Days? Weeks? It's impossible to tell without windows or any sense of time passing. I'm not even sure my meals arrive daily; sometimes, I think it's two or three times a day. Other times, it's as though a day or two passes between them.

The cycle of night and day here seems different, too. Which is an odd thing to think, but time just doesn't seem right.

The scraping sound comes again, closer this time. I take a tentative step forward, then another. My legs shake beneath me, threatening to give out at any moment, and it's only three steps before the manacles yank against my wrists and ankles, keeping me where I am.

I know these stones intimately, the boundaries of what little movement I have.

"Hello?" I whisper, my voice hoarse from disuse. "Is someone there?"

playing cruel tricks after so much isolation. Disappointment threatens to

My heart races even faster, hope and fear warring within me.

shove them away. I haven't seen him since he first brought me here, and I don't want to somehow summon his presence with my

now. I have to focus on

if someone's trying to pry something open. Could they be working on

call out, a

Still, nothing.

thought of getting louder makes me cringe. What if I

better to

To wait and see.

whoever

on the wall in front of me as I sink to my knees.

is focused on that sound, willing it to be

sometimes so faint I wonder if I'm imagining them. I dig my nails

heart in my throat. The wall moves, sliding open just as it does when Marisol brings my meals. But it's not

backlit by dim light from the hallway beyond. I can't make out

Randall?" a voice whispers.

by the time he's standing in front of me, dwarfed in a dark robe, he's perhaps as tall as my

"Who are you?"

you mind. Is your name Lisa Randall?" His

"Yes."

for extraction. You coming,

my hands, I rattle the chains holding me to the ground. "I

hood of his robe back, I'm shocked to see a weathered face and short,

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