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?

raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I probably shouldn't be so skeptical at the idea

very human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

way, and a part of me wonders if that's

I miss them.

think about

human. Like yourself." She points to the

of her breast.

food forgotten 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.

amusement, her green eyes sharp as they

Marisol today is nothing like the girl I met for the first time. Then she was timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint in her eye and a devious curve to her lips. She's harder, harsher, and

don't like this

body. No -bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished, though

translucent sheen

it a reaction to his absence?

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

fingers tremble as I lift my breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark

rest of me.

much of it before. Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that made

of the room. "You must feel

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mix of envy and derision that

my arms across my

rattle. "What blessing? What does my birthmark have to do

Marisol only looks at me, her green eyes cold and

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

turns away, no longer

Like I'm not there.

will just

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