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

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

in a tiny stone room, chained to the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding,

that very human side of me just stares,

"A real unicorn?"

part of me wonders if

I miss them.

not to think about them

Like yourself." She points to

of her breast.

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

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design.

lips curve in dark amusement, her green eyes sharp as

timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint in her eye and a devious curve to her lips. She's harder, harsher, and very much

don't like this

marks on her body. No -bruises. Her skin is

translucent sheen

reaction to his absence? To the lack of

for yourself," she says, her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they

peering at the underside. There's nothing there except

rest of me.

something that made me

in the stillness of the room. "You must

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with a strange mix of envy and derision that

about?" I demand, crossing my arms across my chest for

"What

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

meal 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, blessing? What

away,

Like I'm not there.

just make my questions

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