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?"

heart rate increases drastically as

"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 idea of

human side of me just

"A real unicorn?"

bratty way, and a part of me wonders if

I miss them.

not to think about

human. Like yourself."

of her 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

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design.

in dark amusement, her green eyes

the 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

this

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

translucent sheen to

his

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

there except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped

rest of me.

Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that made

tongue, a sharp sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so proud to

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with a strange mix of envy and derision that makes

crossing my arms across my chest for the little bit of privacy

"What blessing? What does my birthmark have

green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you

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

away, no longer looking at

Like I'm not there.

just make my

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