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 I think

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

in a tiny stone room, chained to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and

very human side of

"A real unicorn?"

bratty way, and a part of

I miss them.

not to think

human. Like yourself."

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

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design.

curve in dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as they take in

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

like this Marisol

body. No -bruises. Her skin is

translucent

a reaction to his absence? To the lack of

coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold

nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped patch

rest of me.

something that made me unique.

sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel

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drips with a strange mix of envy and derision that makes

demand, crossing my arms across my chest for

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

me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished with your

twists, though whether from hunger or nerves, I can't say. "No," I snap, "I'm not finished. And you didn't answer

away, no longer

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make my

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