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?

manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I probably shouldn't be

that very human side of me

"A real unicorn?"

her eyes in a bratty way, and a part of me

I miss them.

try not to think about

yourself." She points

of her breast.

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,

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in dark amusement, her green eyes sharp

Marisol today is nothing like the girl I met for the first time. Then she was timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own world.

don't like this Marisol

bite marks on her body. No -bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished, though still sickly,

odd translucent sheen to

his

yourself," she says, her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural

I lift my breast, 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 against

rest of me.

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

the room. "You must feel so proud to have

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voice drips with a strange mix of envy

I demand, crossing my arms across my chest for the

The sudden movement makes the chains rattle. "What blessing?

her green eyes cold and flat as

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 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

away, no longer looking at

Like I'm not there.

will just make my

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