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?"

drastically as I

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

chained to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I probably

side of

"A real unicorn?"

rolls her eyes in a bratty way, and a part of me

I miss them.

think about them too

human. Like yourself."

of her breast.

most interesting 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 in rejection at her touch. My skin crawls, though

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design.

green eyes sharp as they take in my

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

like this

her body. No -bruises. Her skin is

odd translucent sheen to

a reaction to his

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

fingers tremble as I lift my breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped patch of skin

rest of me.

genetics, something that made me unique. My

in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud

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of envy and

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

"What blessing? What does my birthmark have to do

green eyes cold and flat as

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 to do with anything?" Marisol's lips thin. She looks like she's debating with herself, some internal struggle

turns away,

Like I'm not there.

just

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