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

to warn Ava, but

behind her.

out. The shadow reaches for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her,

She's gripping the armrests, making a joke about the turbulence. I reach for her hand to comfort her, but the plane lurches, throwing us forward. Oxygen

Impact.

erupt. Pain sears. Ava's

than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of

55000

monsters. And always, I'm helpless to save her,

watch as she suffers.

can't wake up.

finally, mercifully, I do

Marisol kneels beside me. holding a bowl of that foul-smelling liquid

liquid hits my tongue, but I force myself to swallow. Anything to chase

torment.

often has the Master fed from you?"

by the question. "Just once," I rasp out, wincing

for a single feeding." There's something in her tone, an undercurrent of emotion I can't quite place. Envy?

you

as she mutters, "He must favor y greatly, for

this monster might

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need to me agan her hate

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my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my

voice rough from disuse and screaming.

intensity. "Only once," she repeats, as if tasting the words. "But

how to respond to that. The memory of his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure

return.

trying to

girl settles back on her heels, crossing her arms and resting her check on them as she stares at me. There's something wistful in her expression, a longing that I can't quite comprehend. "When did you know? she asks softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "When

Lisa Fevers and

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