Tangled

Chapter 166

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166 Lisa: Fevers and Dreams

LISA

How long has it been?

A few days?

Weeks?

The sun should keep me oriented, but a fever gets me the first night I'm there.

The girl, Marisol, comes by every so often. Always with food. A few times with bowls filled with some noxious liquid that has my nostrils trying to close, avoiding the smell coming from within. She's expressionless as she shoves it down my throat, and I'm too weak to fight her off.

It's medicine, I think.

I think that because I slowly get better after the third bowl,

In between moments of lucidity, I dream.

Normal life. Home. Mom and Dad.

Working with Ava at Beaniverse.

Flirting with that cute guy who accidentally wandered into our professor's Eng Lit class instead of some sort of philosophy class

two doors down.

Cozy, happy dreams, of a place far from here..

An escape from the reality that chains me.

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At some point the dreams turn from happy comfort to something uneasy and dark.

Sunshine warms my face as Ava and I relax at our favorite cafe,

sipping lattes and chatting. For a moment, the world feels right again, like I'm back where I belong

But then the shadows come

my vision, dark tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but

behind her.

reaches for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as

joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing us forward. Oxygen Ava's screaming. I'm screaming. The world outside the windows

Impact.

Flames erupt. Pain sears. Ava's hand. slips

more horrific than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of blood.

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And always, I'm helpless to

watch as she suffers.

up. The horrors play out

mercifully, I do wake

my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding a bowl of that foul-smelling liquid to my lips. "Drink," she commands, tipping

tongue, but I force myself to swallow. Anything to chase away the lingering

torment.

the Master fed from you?" she asks,

by the question. "Just once," I rasp

"The withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for a single feeding."

you

face as she mutters, "He must favor y greatly, for a single taste to

idea that this monster might favor me fills me with nothing but a sickening twist of

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weten, my mind dealle

Mariel's

want is to curl

ere will die

mure endle

to care

need to me agan her hate prodding

detach that

my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she

rough

still, and she looks at me with a strange intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the words.

The memory of his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure that followed, makes bile rise in my throat, the medicine

return.

hard, trying to

in her expression, a longing that I can't quite comprehend. "When did you know? she

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