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?"

increases drastically as I think

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

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

human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

and a part

I miss them.

not to think about them

yourself."

of her breast.

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 it with one elegantly manicured finger. "There. Fae-blessed. It left its Mark." Yanking away from her, my entire body shudders in

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design.

curve in dark amusement, her green eyes

was timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own world. Today, there's

this Marisol

then that I realize there are no bite marks on her body. No -bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished, though

translucent sheen

reaction to his absence? To the lack

be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural

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

rest of me.

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

the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud

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drips with a strange mix of envy

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

makes the chains rattle. "What blessing?

Marisol only looks at me, her green eyes cold and

I glance 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

she just turns away, no longer

Like I'm not there.

me will just make my questions

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