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

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

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

very human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

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

I miss them.

think about them

human. Like yourself." She points to

of her breast.

you mean?" Marisol sighs, before clomping her way over and grabbing my left breast, pulling it up

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design.

green eyes

in her

this

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

translucent

his absence?

head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold my stare.

fingers tremble as I lift my breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've

rest of me.

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

clicks tongue, a sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud to have such a strong

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voice drips with a strange mix of envy and

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

makes the chains rattle. "What blessing? What does my birthmark have to do with

eyes cold and flat as

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 herself,

she just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make my questions

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