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 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,

very human side

"A real unicorn?"

way, and a part of me wonders if

I miss them.

think about them too

yourself." She points to the

of her breast.

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

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design.

in dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as they take

Then she was timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint in her eye

like this

there are no bite marks on her body. No -bruises. Her skin is

odd translucent

his absence? To

she says, her 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

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

rest of me.

an odd quirk of genetics, something that made me unique. My mother used

the room. "You must

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a strange mix of envy

about?" I demand, crossing my arms across my

the chains rattle. "What blessing? What does my birthmark have

cold and flat as glass.

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

turns away,

Like I'm not there.

me will just make

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