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

try to warn Ava, but my voice won't work. She keeps talking, oblivious, until

behind her.

for Ava, engulfing her, dragging her away as she kicks and struggles. I lunge for her, but my feet are rooted. Darkness

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

Impact.

and rends. Flames erupt. Pain sears.

than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of blood. Ava, burning alive. Ava,

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I'm

watch as she suffers.

my chains, but I can't escape. I can't wake up. The

I do wake

sweat. My throat feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding a bowl of that foul-smelling liquid to my lips. "Drink,"

I force myself to swallow. Anything to chase

torment.

curious intensity. "How often has the Master fed

surprised by the question. "Just once," I

not for a single feeding."

you

must favor

how to respond to that. The idea that this monster might favor me fills me with nothing but a sickening twist of

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tie lase mast but no words coming

weten, my mind dealle

Mariel's

want is to curl up

ere will die

mure endle

she doesn't wees to

her hate

that

press against my neck, my wrists, my ankles. It's only when she peers down at my shoulder that I realize what she's liŋoking

rough from

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

The memory of his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening

return.

swallow hard, trying to

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 did you realize you were in love

Fevers

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