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?

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

human side

"A real unicorn?"

and a part of

I miss them.

not to think about

human. Like yourself."

of her breast.

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

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design.

dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as

naive, and living in her

like this Marisol very

on her body. No -bruises.

translucent sheen to

a reaction to his absence? To

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

fingers tremble as I 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 used to joke that an

stillness of the room. "You

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of envy

my arms across my chest for the little bit of

"What blessing? What does my birthmark have to do with

only looks at me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished with your

didn't answer my question. What do you mean, blessing? What

just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make

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