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?"

rate increases drastically as

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

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

human side of me

"A real unicorn?"

way, and a part

I miss them.

try not to think about

Fae-blessed human. Like yourself." She

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

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design.

green eyes sharp as they

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

like this Marisol very

are no bite marks on her body. No -bruises.

odd translucent sheen to

reaction to his absence? To the lack of

her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle,

the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped

rest of me.

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

sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud to have such

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strange mix of envy and derision that makes my

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

the chains rattle. "What blessing? What does my birthmark

only looks at me, her green eyes cold and flat as

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

she just turns away, no longer

Like I'm not there.

just make my questions

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