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?"

increases drastically

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I probably shouldn't be

side of me just

"A real unicorn?"

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

I miss them.

try not to think

yourself." She points to

of her breast.

most interesting 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

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design.

amusement, her green eyes sharp as they take in my

for the first time. Then she was timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own

this

no bite marks on her body. No -bruises.

odd translucent sheen to

reaction to his absence? To

an unnatural angle, her eyes not

nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped

rest of me.

something that made me unique. My mother used

the stillness of the room. "You must

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strange mix of envy and derision

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

the chains rattle. "What blessing? What does my birthmark have to do

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

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

just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

just make

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