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

"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

very human side of

"A real unicorn?"

in a bratty way, and a part of

I miss them.

to think

human. Like yourself." She points to the

of her breast.

it up and poking beneath it with one elegantly manicured finger. "There. Fae-blessed. It left its Mark." Yanking

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design.

eyes sharp as they take in

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. Today, there's

don't like this Marisol

are no bite marks on her body. No -bruises. Her skin is clear and unblemished,

translucent sheen to

his absence?

says, her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking

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

rest of me.

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

sound in the stillness of the room. "You must

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strange mix of envy

you talking about?" I demand, crossing my arms

chains rattle. "What blessing? What does my birthmark have to do

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

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

just turns away, no longer looking at

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make

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