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?"

drastically as I think

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding,

human side of me

"A real unicorn?"

bratty way, and a part of me wonders if

I miss them.

try not to think about them too

human. Like yourself." She points

of her breast.

conversation she's ever offered, and I straighten, my 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

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design.

eyes

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

this Marisol

on her body. No -bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished, though still sickly,

odd translucent sheen to

to his

an unnatural angle, her

tremble as I lift my breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped

rest of me.

thought much of it before. Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that made me unique. My mother used to joke that an angel

stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud to have such a strong

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drips with a strange mix of envy and derision that makes

are you talking about?" I demand, crossing my arms

The sudden movement makes the chains rattle. "What blessing?

only looks at me, her green eyes cold

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.

away, no longer

Like I'm not there.

will just make

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