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?

and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I

very human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

a part of

I miss them.

think about them too

Like yourself."

of her breast.

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

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design.

curve in dark amusement, her green eyes

timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her

like this

on her body.

translucent sheen to

a reaction to his absence? To the lack

yourself," she says, her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold my stare. "You must know it's

there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped patch of skin that's almost golden against

rest of me.

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

the stillness of the room. "You

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drips with a strange mix of envy and derision that makes

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

the chains rattle. "What blessing? What

her green eyes cold

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?

she just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

just make my

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