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 as

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

wrists rubbed raw and bleeding,

very human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

way, and a part of me wonders if

I miss them.

try not to think

Fae-blessed human. Like yourself." She

of her breast.

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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design.

her green eyes sharp as they

today is nothing like the girl I met for the first time. Then 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. She's harder, harsher, and very much

this Marisol

body. No -bruises.

translucent

a reaction to his

head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking

peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always

rest of me.

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

the stillness of the room. "You must feel

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strange mix of envy

my arms across my chest for the little bit of

chains rattle. "What

her green eyes cold and flat as glass.

can't say. "No," I snap, "I'm not finished. And you didn't

she just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

me will just

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