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?

in a tiny stone room, chained 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

that very human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

in a bratty way, and a part of me wonders if

I miss them.

think about them

Like yourself." She points

of her breast.

and grabbing my left breast, pulling it up and poking

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design.

curve in dark amusement, her green eyes sharp

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 mentally

don't like this

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

odd translucent sheen

to his absence? To

words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold my stare. "You must know it's

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

rest of me.

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

a sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so

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of envy and derision that makes my skin

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

chains rattle. "What blessing?

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

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

just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

just make

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