Tangled

Chapter 187

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187 Lisa: Fae Blessed

LISA

Eternity is a bitch.

That's the conclusion I've come to after being locked in this room.

Living forever, with nothing ever changing? That's enough to drive anyone crazy. No wonder that asshole vampire is the way he is.

Sometimes, I think I've been awake for days; other times, I think I've been asleep for longer. My meals don't seem to come at any consistent time, and Marisol's temper fluctuates every time I see

her.

Today, she's cold, nearly throwing the tray in my direction.

Cold soup splatters. The strawberries look wilted. Still, no utensils. to make my life easier.

At this point, I'm used to the filth of living here, and even the disgrace of utilizing a waste bucket.

Still, compared to before...

It's pretty good.

That crazy vampire hasn't returned, and I'm never going to complain about his absence.

It's as if Marisol can read my mind, because she suddenly says, sounding childish and petulant, "Master's been searching for a friend for you."

A wilted chunk of strawberry drops from my fingers, gathering dirt

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as it rolls across the stone floor. "A friend?"

heart rate increases drastically

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I probably shouldn't be so skeptical at the idea

side of

"A real unicorn?"

and a part of me wonders if that's how I look to

I miss them.

to think about them too

Fae-blessed human. Like yourself." She points

of her breast.

in my hunger for information. "Fae-blessed...? What do you mean?" Marisol sighs, before clomping her way over and grabbing my left breast, pulling it up and poking beneath it with one elegantly manicured finger. "There. Fae-blessed. It left its Mark."

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design.

eyes sharp as they

living in her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint

like this

on her body. No -bruises.

odd translucent

reaction to his absence? To the lack

be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking

breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped patch of

rest of me.

that made me unique. My mother used to joke

in the stillness of the room. "You

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voice drips with a strange mix of envy and derision that

about?" I demand, crossing my arms across my chest for the little bit of privacy

chains rattle. "What

looks at me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you

down at the sad little meal congealing on the tray. My stomach twists, though whether from hunger or nerves, I can't say. "No," I snap, "I'm not finished. And you didn't answer my question. What do you mean, blessing? What does this-"I gesture to the underside of my breast, "-have to do with anything?" Marisol's lips thin. She looks like she's debating with herself, some internal

turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just

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