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

can get a good look outside, my guide veers sharply to the right. She pushes open a set of glass

hit me like a wall. I stumble, momentarily

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

down on us. I trail after her, trying not to trip over the uneven stone path winding

we walk deeper into this indoor jungle, a thought strikes me with the force of a physical

freezes me in place. I could turn around right now and bolt. My guide is tiny. I could easily outpace her

But then what?

fades as quickly as it appeared. I have no idea where I am or how to get out of this place. Those endless, identical

knows what punishment would await me for trying to

freedom and hurry to catch up with my

His beard cascades to his feet, and

for

him to the level he

too worried about

I stumble, barely catching myself as I fall into the seat. The

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

not anywhere. Would rather

even as I think that, there's something about this old man that puts me at ease. A sense of warmth, of friendliness, radiates from him. It's as if I've known him for

feeling unnerves me. Why do I feel this way? After everything I've been through, I should be on high alert. Instead, I find myself relaxing in his presence, my guard lowering despite

of trick. Maybe they've drugged me. Maybe this whole setup is designed to lull me into a false sense

fingers dig into the arms of the chair as I force myself to stay alert. I won't fall

my internal struggle. I study him, searching for any hint of malice or deception. His wrinkled face is

I'm about to break the 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

he says, his voice surprisingly strong and deep for such a

sends a jolt through me. How does he know who I am? A thousand questions

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