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

edges of my vision, dark tendrils snaking across the ground. I try to warn Ava, but my voice won't work. She keeps talking,

behind her.

engulfing her, dragging her away as

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

Impact.

Flames erupt. Pain

keep coming, each more horrific than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of

55000

always, I'm

watch as she suffers.

escape. I can't wake up.

finally, mercifully, I

My throat feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding

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

torment.

has the Master fed from you?" she asks,

at her, surprised by the question. "Just once," I

"The withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for a single feeding." There's something in her tone,

you

must favor y greatly,

monster might

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mast

weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's odd

I want is to curl up

ere will die

mure endle

wees to care

hate prodding

that make me

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

rasp out, my voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He only

"Only once," she repeats, as if tasting

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

return.

trying to

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

Lisa Fevers and

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