Tangled

Chapter 142

142 Lisa: Chained

The sound of water dripping is the first thing to break through the darkness of my mind.

Plink.

Plink–plink.

Plink.

It’s an erratic rhythm that leaves me uncomfortable.

The voices come next, soft, sibilant whispers. Evil. Whoever they are, they’d be the villains in any story.

Eventually, I realize the darkness is really just pain. Pain that throbs and aches in half my face. But why?

Vampires.

That’s why.

My eyes fly open when I finally remember, and I struggle to sit up, blinking into the darkness.

I can’t see anything.

Are my eyes open?

My hands won’t reach my face, yanking against

17:36

1/8

142 Lisa: Chained

something cold and hard around my wrists.

Manacles?

Swiping my hands around, I can feel the heavy, rusted chains holding me down, bolted to the floor.

Fuck.

This is…

Really not good.

Ava. Is Ava here?

whisper, but there’s nothing.

plink, plink–plink

the voices are gone.

Plink.

Plink–plink.

Plink.

into my mind, coiling around my heart and squeezing with a mania of isolation and fear. I try to move again, the chains

17:36 – )

2/8

142 Usa Chained

and I scream, the sound raw

into my wrists. Pain sears through my arms, but I don’t care. I have to get

wrack my body, each one tearing out of my throat. It’s useless.

the shackles forcing me to hunch over. My muscles burn from the awkward

Plink. Plink–plink.

Shapes slowly emerge from the inky blackness. Rough stone walls, a small window high above my head. The barest hint of moonlight filters through, only

in a

A fucking cell..

142 Lika Chained

some vampire’s dungeon like a gothic romance heroine. Except there’s no dashing

1. am.

Plink–plink–plink.

mocking my S~ᴇaʀᴄh the Findɴovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access

rage

just a human. There’s no magic or super strength hidden deep inside. I can’t shift into a wolf or

are weak and helpless

I hate this.

to Kellan. I’d hated how he was always around. Hated his grim determination to keep us safe,

he was here to tell me

over this any day

can he possibly find me when I don’t

142 143 Chalice)

where I am?

sting my eyes, hot and bitter. I let them fall, too tired to

She won’t give up on me. She’ll tear this world apart to

really

don’t know anything about this world.

I’m so fucking scared and I don’t know

Plink.

Plink–plink.

Plink.

thought. It’s maddening, the irregularity of it.

I don’t. I bite my lip hard enough to taste blood and focus on

342 LISA Chamed

hold on. I have to believe that Kellan and Ava will find me. That Lucas and the Westwood pack will tear this place apart stone by stone until they bring me home.

to believe that. Because the alternative is too terrifying to

picture Kellan’s face. I imagine his arms around me, his voice in

a

Plink.

until Bren’s face fills my mind and I can’t stop thinking about him.

biting. Of how he wasn’t great at foreplay. Of the slightly–better–than

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255