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 bleeding, with no

human side of

"A real unicorn?"

bratty way, and a part of me

I miss them.

not to think about them too

Fae-blessed human. Like yourself."

of her breast.

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 her, my entire body shudders in rejection at her touch. My skin crawls, though she clearly has

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design.

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

her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint in her eye and a devious curve to her lips.

like this Marisol very

bite marks on her body. No -bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished, though

translucent

reaction to his absence?

she says, her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle,

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.

that made me unique. My mother used to joke that an

room. "You must feel

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with a strange mix of envy and derision

talking about?" I demand, crossing my arms across my chest for the little bit of privacy

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

Marisol only looks at me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished

you didn't answer my question. What do you mean, blessing? What does this-"I gesture to the underside

away, no

Like I'm not there.

will just

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