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?"

heart rate increases drastically as I think of

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes,

that very human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

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

I miss them.

to think about them

yourself." She

of her breast.

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 rejection at her touch. My skin crawls, though she clearly has no

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design.

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

her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint in her eye and a devious curve to her lips. She's

like this

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

odd translucent

it a reaction to his absence? To

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

There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an

rest of me.

an odd quirk of genetics, something that made me unique. My mother

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

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strange mix of envy and derision

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

chains rattle. "What blessing? What does my

green eyes cold and flat as glass.

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

away, no

Like I'm not there.

me will just make my questions

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