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

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

tiny stone room, chained to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I probably shouldn't be so skeptical at the idea of hunting down

side of

"A real unicorn?"

bratty way, and a part

I miss them.

think about them

Like yourself." She

of her breast.

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 in rejection at

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design.

amusement, her green eyes sharp

timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint in her

don't like this Marisol

body. No -bruises.

odd translucent sheen to

to his absence? To the lack of

Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold my stare. "You must know

lift my breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly

rest of me.

never thought much of it before. Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that made me unique. My mother

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

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drips with a strange mix of envy and derision that makes my skin

my arms across my chest for

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

cold and

I glance down at the sad little 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 answer my question. What do you mean, blessing? What does this-"I gesture to the underside of my breast, "-have

just turns away, no longer looking at

Like I'm not there.

me will just

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