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 so

very human side of me

"A real unicorn?"

part of me

I miss them.

try not to think about them too

Fae-blessed human. Like yourself." She

of her breast.

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

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design.

green eyes sharp as

her own world. Today, there's a wicked

don't like this Marisol

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

odd translucent sheen

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

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

rest of me.

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

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

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strange mix of envy and derision

talking about?" I demand, crossing my arms

"What blessing? What does my birthmark have to

eyes cold and

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

she just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

will just make my questions

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