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 so

veers sharply to the right. She pushes open a set of

and humidity hit me like a wall. I stumble, momentarily disoriented by the sudden

kind of massive greenhouse. Lush

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

flowers.

form on my skin. My simple cotton outfit, so comfortable in the air-conditioned halls, now feels

seemingly unbothered by the giant blanket of warmth pressing down on us. I

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

in place. I could turn around right now and bolt. My guide is tiny. I could easily outpace her if

But then what?

where I am or how to get out

punishment would await me for trying

of freedom and hurry

table. His beard cascades to his feet, and he peers through spectacles at a newspaper covered in unfamiliar script. A lavish spread

it's sized for normal

him

I'm too worried about my

warning, my guide shoves me into a chair. I stumble, barely catching myself as I fall into the seat. The woman bows to the

sweat forming on my body. I shift in my seat, wishing it was easier to breathe in this weather. Actually,

rather not be

that puts me at ease. A sense of warmth,

we've never met.

I feel this way? After everything I've been through, I should be on high alert. Instead, I find myself relaxing in his presence, my guard

I can't trust it. This comfort, this sense of safety-it has to be some kind of trick. Maybe

security.

force myself to stay alert. I won't

his Ble. 1

my internal study

unhurried as he reads.

movements

as I'm about to break the silence myself, he folds the newspaper and sets it aside. His gaze meets mine, and I'm struck by the intensity in

he says, his voice surprisingly strong

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