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

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by

that very human side of me

"A real unicorn?"

and a part of me wonders if

I miss them.

not to think

human. Like yourself." She points

of her breast.

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

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design.

her green eyes sharp

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 glint in her eye and a devious curve to her

this Marisol very

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

odd translucent

a reaction to his absence? To

head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes

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

rest of me.

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

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

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drips with a strange mix of

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

movement makes the chains rattle. "What blessing? What does

at me, her green eyes cold and flat as

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,

she just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make my questions

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