Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 243

Chapter 243 Lisa: Strange Introductions

LISA

Wherever I am, it's huge.

We've taken at least three or four turns, and I've already forgotten how to get back. Was it left first, or right? The last turn was to our right. Wait… was it?

Shit.

Every time I lag behind, trying to map this place in my head—which is little better than a toddler's scribbling at this point, with my confusion over lefts and rights—the tiny woman turns and scolds me, telling me to pick up my feet.

Before, I would have given her some sort of smartass comment and maybe even slowed down.

But now, my body feels cold sweat at the idea of making her angry. Even if I'm a prisoner, at least I'm a clean and comfortable prisoner here. I don't want to go back to the previous standard of kidnapping.

So I shut my mouth and hurry behind, wondering how she can be so freaking fast with such tiny legs. She's probably the size of a kindergartener, but faster than a full-grown adult.

What bizarre witchcraft is that?

I force myself to focus on the path ahead, ignoring the endless parade of closed doors lining these stark corridors. No pictures, no decorations, not even a potted plant breaks up the monotony. Just door after identical door, their handles gleaming dully in the harsh overhead lighting.

The silence is oppressive. Our footsteps echo off the bare walls, amplifying the sound until it feels like we're being followed by an army. I resist the urge to look over my shoulder.

"Keep up," my tiny guide snaps for what feels like the hundredth time.

I lengthen my stride, closing the gap between us. Seriously though, how can someone so small move so fast?

We round another corner, and I blink in surprise. Windows. Actual windows line this hallway, letting in natural light.

Wow.

The sun.

haven't seen it

a good look outside, my guide veers sharply to the right. She pushes open a set of glass double doors, ushering me through with

me like a wall. I stumble, momentarily disoriented by the sudden

kind of massive greenhouse. Lush greenery surrounds us on all sides, climbing trellises and spilling out of planters. The air is thick with

My simple cotton outfit, so comfortable in the

blanket of warmth pressing down on us. I trail after her, trying not to trip

indoor jungle, a thought strikes me with the force of a physical blow.

could turn around right now and bolt. My guide is tiny. I could easily

But then what?

surge of hope fades as quickly as it appeared. I have no idea where I am or how to get out of this place. Those endless, identical corridors would become a maze. I'd

punishment would

and hurry to catch up with

where an equally diminutive old man sits at a table. His beard cascades to his feet, and he peers through spectacles at a newspaper covered in unfamiliar script.

for normal adult

some kind of booster that gets him to the level he needs

laugh, but I'm too

myself as I fall

me acutely aware of every bead of sweat forming on my body. I shift in my seat, wishing it was easier

Would rather

me at ease. A sense of warmth, of friendliness, radiates from him.

on high alert. Instead, I find myself relaxing in his presence, my guard lowering despite my best efforts

This comfort, this sense of safety—it has to be some kind of trick. Maybe they've drugged me. Maybe this whole setup is

chair as I force myself to stay alert. I

I study him, searching for any

silence myself, he folds the newspaper and sets it aside. His gaze meets mine, and I'm struck by the intensity in his eyes. They're old eyes, yes, but sharp and clear,

his voice surprisingly strong

he know who I am? A thousand questions race through my mind, but only one makes it

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