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?"

rate increases drastically as I think

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

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 skeptical at the idea of hunting down

very human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

her eyes in a bratty way, and a part of

I miss them.

to think about them

human. Like yourself." She points to the

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

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lips curve in dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as they take in my every

she 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.

this Marisol very

there are no bite marks on her body. No -bruises. Her skin is clear

translucent sheen

to his absence? To the lack of

head tilts at an unnatural angle,

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

rest of me.

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

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

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

I demand, crossing 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 finished

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? 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

turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make

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