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

behind her.

away as she

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 is a blur

Impact.

Pain sears. Ava's hand. slips

than the last. Ava, drowning in a sea of

55000

monsters. And always, I'm

watch as she suffers.

wake up. The horrors play

I do

back in my cell, shivering and drenched in sweat. My throat feels raw, my limbs heavy and weak. Marisol kneels beside me. holding

but I force myself to swallow. Anything

torment.

with a curious intensity. "How often has the Master fed

surprised by the question. "Just once," I rasp

eyes widen. "Only once?" She shakes her head. "The withdrawal shouldn't be this strong, not for a single feeding." There's something in

you

she mutters, "He must favor y greatly, for a single taste to affect you

don't know how to respond to that. The idea that this monster might favor me fills me with nothing

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room, tie lase mast but

weten, my mind dealle

with Mariel's odd behavior.

want is

ere will die

mure endle

to care about my

hate

that make

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

voice rough from disuse and screaming. "He only bit me

she repeats, as if tasting the words. "But the withdrawal...

of his fangs sinking, the agonizing pain, and the sickening rush of pleasure that followed, makes bile

return.

hard, trying to

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 with the

Fevers and

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