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?

am in a tiny stone room, chained to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and

human side

"A real unicorn?"

eyes in a bratty way, and a part of me wonders if that's how

I miss them.

to think about

Like yourself."

of her breast.

conversation she's ever offered, and I 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. Fae-blessed. It left its Mark." Yanking away from

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curve in dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as they

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 lips. She's harder, harsher, and

don't like this

her body. No -bruises. Her

odd translucent sheen to

to his absence? To the

head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold my stare. "You must

I lift my breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped

rest of me.

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

the room. "You must

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a strange mix of envy and derision

my arms across my chest for the little bit of privacy

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

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

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, some internal struggle playing out behind those eerie

she just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

me will just make

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