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?

tiny stone room, chained to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I

side of me just

"A real unicorn?"

bratty way, and a part of me wonders if that's how I look

I miss them.

to think about

Like yourself." She points

of her breast.

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 crawls,

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design.

green eyes sharp

the girl I met for the first time. Then she was timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own world. Today,

like this

body. No -bruises. Her skin is clear and

translucent sheen

his absence?

head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes

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

rest of me.

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

sound in the stillness of the room. "You must feel so

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of envy and derision that makes my

my arms

makes the chains rattle. "What blessing?

her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you finished with your

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. What do you mean,

away, no longer

Like I'm not there.

will just make my

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