Tangled

Chapter 142

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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

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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?

I whisper, but there’s nothing.

erratic plink, plink–plink

the voices

Plink.

Plink–plink.

Plink.

mind, coiling around my heart and squeezing with a mania of isolation and fear. I try to move again, the chains rattling like mocking laughter. Frustration rips

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and I scream, the sound raw and desperate.

sears through my arms, but I

body, each one

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

in a

A fucking cell..

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in some vampire’s dungeon like a gothic romance heroine. Except there’s no dashing hero coming to save me.

1. am.

Plink–plink–plink.

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to scream again, to rage against the unfairness of

hidden deep inside.

weak and helpless against

I hate this.

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

I wish desperately that he was here to tell me I told you so.

this any day

How can he possibly find me

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know where

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

of Ava, of her fierce determination and unwavering loyalty. She won’t give up

it be enough? Can they really go up

don’t know. I don’t know anything

I’m scared. I’m so fucking scared and I don’t know what to

Plink.

Plink–plink.

Plink.

fills my head, driving out every other thought. It’s maddening, the irregularity of it. I want to scream, to beg for it to

and focus on the pain. It grounds me, keeps me from slipping

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will find me. That Lucas and the Westwood pack will tear this place apart stone by stone until

Because the alternative

eyes and picture Kellan’s face. I imagine his arms around me,

just a

Plink.

fills my mind and I can’t

was his weird breeding kink and the biting. Of how he wasn’t great at foreplay. Of the slightly–better–than mediocre sex and then the

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