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 I think of

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane

side of

"A real unicorn?"

a part of me wonders if that's how I look to my

I miss them.

try not to think about them too

human. Like yourself." She

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. Fae-blessed. It left its Mark." Yanking away from her, my entire body shudders in rejection at her touch. My skin

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design.

eyes sharp as they

perhaps even naive, and living in her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint in her eye and a devious curve

like this Marisol

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

translucent sheen

a reaction to his absence? To the lack of

too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an

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

rest of me.

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

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

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strange mix of envy and derision that makes

my arms across my chest for the little bit

rattle. "What blessing? What does

me, her green eyes cold and flat

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

just turns away, no

Like I'm not there.

will just make my questions

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