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 in

veers sharply to the right. She pushes open a set of glass

hit me like a wall. I stumble, momentarily disoriented

greenhouse. Lush greenery surrounds us on all sides, climbing trellises and spilling out of planters. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and tropical

skin. My simple cotton outfit, so comfortable in

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

deeper into this indoor jungle, a thought strikes me with the force of a physical blow. I

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

But then what?

I am or how to get out of this place. Those endless, identical corridors would become a maze. I'd be caught in minutes, if not

would await

the fleeting fantasy of freedom and hurry to

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

it's sized for normal

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

but I'm too worried about my

stumble, barely catching myself as I fall into the seat. The woman bows to the old man and vanishes, leaving me alone

of sweat forming on my body. I shift in my seat, wishing it was easier to breathe in this weather. Actually, I'm just

rather

of warmth, of friendliness, radiates from him. It's as if I've known him for years,

through, I should be on high alert. Instead, I find myself relaxing in

kind of trick. Maybe they've drugged me. Maybe this

dig into the arms of the chair as I force

turns a page in his newspaper, seemingly oblivious to my internal struggle. I study him, searching

by the intensity in his eyes. They're

his voice surprisingly strong

lips sends a jolt through me. How does he know who I

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