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

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an

side of

"A real unicorn?"

bratty way, and a part of me wonders if that's how I look to

I miss them.

not to think

Fae-blessed human. Like yourself."

of her breast.

pulling it up and poking beneath it with one elegantly manicured finger. "There. Fae-blessed. It left its Mark." Yanking away from her,

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design.

green eyes sharp

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

like this Marisol

marks on her body. No -bruises. Her

translucent

to his absence?

her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking

there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped patch of skin that's almost golden

rest of me.

odd quirk of genetics, something that made me

tongue, a sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud

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voice drips with a strange mix of envy and derision

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

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

green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished

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

she just turns away, no longer

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make my questions

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