Tangled

Chapter 243

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243 Lisa: Strange Introductions

LISA

Wherever I am, it's huge.

We've taken at least three or four turns, and I've already forgotten how to get back. Was it left

it?

first, or right? The last turn was to our right. Wait... Wten how to get back. Was it left

Shit.

Every time I lag behind, trying to map this place in my head-which is little better than at toddler's scribbling at this point, with my confusion over lefts and rights-the tiny woman turns and scolds me, telling me to pick up my

feet.

Before, I would have given her some sort of smartass comment and maybe even slowed down.

But now, my body feels cold sweat at the idea of making her angry. Even if I'm a prisoner, at least I'm a clean and comfortable prisoner here. I don't want to go back to the previous standard of kidnapping.

So I shut my mouth and hurry behind, wondering how she can be so freaking fast with such tiny legs. She's probably the size of a kindergartener, but faster than a full-grown adult.

What bizarre witchcraft is that?

I force myself to focus on the path ahead, ignoring the endless parade of closed doors lining these stark corridors. No pictures, no decorations, not even a potted plant breaks up the monotony. Just door after identical door, their handles gleaming dully in the harsh overhead lighting.

The silence is oppressive. Our footsteps echo off the bare walls, amplifying the sound until it feels like we're being followed by an army. I resist the urge to look over my shoulder. "Keep up, my tiny guide snaps for what feels like the hundredth time.

I lengthen my stride, closing the gap between us. Seriously though, how can someone so small move so fast?

We round another corner, and I blink in surprise, Windows. Actual windows line this hallway, letting in natural light.

Wow.

The sun.

it in

sharply to the right. She pushes open a set of glass double doors,

a wall. I stumble, momentarily disoriented by the

some kind of massive greenhouse. Lush greenery surrounds us on

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spilling out of planters. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth

flowers.

My simple cotton

of warmth pressing down on us. I trail after her, trying not to trip

we walk deeper into this indoor jungle, a thought strikes me with the

realization freezes me in place. I could turn around right now and bolt. My guide is tiny. I could easily outpace

But then what?

hope fades as quickly as it appeared. I have no idea where I am or how to get

who knows what punishment would await me for trying to

the fleeting fantasy of freedom and hurry

to his feet, and he peers through spectacles at a newspaper covered in unfamiliar script. A lavish spread of tea

it's sized for normal adult

in some kind of booster that gets him

too worried about

barely catching myself as I fall into the seat.

his tea. The greenhouse's humid air clings to my skin, making me acutely aware of every bead of sweat forming on my body. I shift in my

not anywhere. Would rather

at ease. A sense of warmth, of friendliness, radiates from him. It's

we've never met.

on high alert. Instead, I find myself relaxing in his presence, my guard lowering despite my best efforts to remain

of trick. Maybe they've drugged me. Maybe this whole setup is designed to

security.

of the chair as I force myself to stay

his Ble. 1

newspaper, seemingly oblivious to my internal study him, searching

unhurried as he reads.

movements

I'm struck by the intensity in his eyes. They're old

strong and deep for such a small

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