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?

wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I probably shouldn't be so skeptical at the

that very human side

"A real unicorn?"

part of me wonders if that's how I

I miss them.

try not to think about them

yourself."

of her breast.

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 one elegantly manicured finger. "There.

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design.

her green eyes sharp as they take

living in her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint

this

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

odd translucent

a reaction to his absence? To

Her head tilts at an unnatural

tremble as I lift my breast, peering at the underside. There's nothing there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped

rest of me.

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

room. "You must feel so proud to have such a strong

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strange mix of envy

are you talking about?" I demand, crossing my arms across my chest for

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

at me, her green eyes cold and flat as

in subject catches me off guard. I glance down at the sad little meal 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.

she just turns away, no longer looking

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make my questions

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