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.

seen it

a good look outside, my guide veers sharply to the right. She pushes open a set of glass double doors, ushering me through with

and humidity hit me like a wall. I stumble, momentarily

Lush greenery surrounds us on

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Lisa: Strango Introductions

The air is thick

flowers.

My simple cotton outfit, so comfortable in the air-conditioned halls, now feels

on us. I trail after

a thought strikes me with

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

But then what?

have no idea where I am or how to get out

knows what punishment would await

fleeting fantasy of freedom and hurry

the greenhouse, where an equally diminutive old man sits at a table. His beard cascades to his feet, and he

for normal

some kind of booster that gets him to the level he needs to

too worried about

I stumble, barely catching myself as I fall into the seat. The woman bows

my skin, making me acutely aware of every bead of sweat forming on

not anywhere. Would rather not be

as I think that, there's something about this old man that puts me 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

be some kind of trick. Maybe

security.

arms of the chair as I force myself to stay alert. I won't fall for

his Ble. 1

seemingly oblivious to my internal study him, searching for any hint of malice or deception. His wrinkled

unhurried as he reads.

movements

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 his eyes. They're

strong and deep for such

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