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?

chained to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no

that very human side

"A real unicorn?"

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

I miss them.

try not to think about them too

Fae-blessed human. Like yourself." She points to the

of her breast.

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

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design.

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

first time. Then she was timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own world. Today, there's a wicked

this Marisol very

there are no bite marks on her body. No

translucent

it a reaction to his absence? To the lack of

tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold my stare. "You must know it's

at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped patch of skin that's almost golden

rest of me.

odd quirk of genetics, something that made me

the room. "You

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drips with a strange mix of envy and derision that makes

talking about?" I demand, crossing my arms across

me. The sudden movement makes the chains rattle. "What

eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished with your

congealing 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

turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

just make my questions

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