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 as

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

raw and bleeding, with

side

"A real unicorn?"

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

I miss them.

think about them too

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

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eyes

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

don't like this Marisol very

I realize there are no bite marks on her body. No -bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished, though still

translucent sheen to

a reaction to his absence? To the

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

peering 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.

genetics, something that made me unique. My mother used to joke

sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud to have

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drips with a strange mix of envy and derision that makes my

my arms across my chest for the little

chains rattle. "What blessing? What does my

me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished with

you didn't

away, no

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make my questions

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