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?

rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I probably shouldn't be so skeptical at the idea of hunting down a

very human side of me just

"A real unicorn?"

part of me wonders if that's how I

I miss them.

not to think about them too

Like yourself."

of her breast.

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.

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design.

in dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as they take

in her own world. Today, there's a

like this Marisol

I realize there are no bite marks on her body.

odd translucent

it a reaction to his absence? To the

coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes

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

rest of me.

never thought much of it before. Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that made me unique.

sound in the stillness of the room.

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voice drips with a strange mix of envy and derision that makes my skin

my arms across my chest

me. The sudden movement makes the chains rattle. "What blessing? What does

at me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you

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

she just turns away, no longer looking

Like I'm not there.

just make

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