Tangled

Chapter 267

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267 Lisa: Waking to War

A tiny hand shakes me awake with incongruous force, something I'd attribute to King Kong and not the gnomes who've been sheltering me and teaching me about magitech since my escape.

Groaning. I pull my blanket over my head. I'm too tired. "Go away

"Wake, wake, lazy girl! The war has come!"

The wizened old housekeeper-it has to be her, because no one else treats me like an unruly pig -yanks my covers off and slaps at my legs. "Hurry up, or die here alone!"

War?

I

Die?

My brain isn't functioning yet, but I stumble out of bed as she throws some clothes at me. "Dress! Hurry! Boots too!" Those are tossed at my feet, bruising my pinky toe in a way that has me hissing and hopping on one foot. "No time, you lazy girl! Get moving!"

Uncertain of what's going on but recognizing that her anxiety level is sky high, I throw on a clean shirt and jeans that they must have sourced from humans. Too bad they didn't bring a bra, too.

But at least there's socks.

Shoving my feet into them, the gnarled woman shoves at me until I fall onto my ass on the bed. "Put this on," she snaps, throwing a coat at me.

"Okay, okay. Hold on. You haven't even explained what's happening!"

"War!" she snaps. "Hurry!"

Despite her gruff demeanor, she kneels to shove my boots on as I shrug on the coat, two sizes too big and I double check what I'm feeling strapped in some hidden pockets-armed. With knives. In fact, they seem to fit the term dagger more than knife.

"Let's go. Hurry, hurry. The Grand Sage is waiting"

under his wing and owns this place. He's some sort of

name, but I'm not allowed to call her that.

but it's definitely

"Mistress Keeper, I don't-"

understand, then shut your face," she hisses. "This isn't

go."

bubbling up inside me. Even

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no qualms about doling out pain to keep me in line. So I follow her silently through the dark building, my feet now

once-confusing paths.

labyrinth of corridors no longer bewilders me. After perusing a map for hours on end, I the

comfort at the moment, as I'm dragged through the halls in the middle of the night with

shakes the entire structure. The floor bucks beneath my feet, and I stumble, my heart leaping into my

her gravelly voice

in a surprising amount of effort to keep pace with her

chill your blood and raise the hairs on the back of your

War.

taking on a horrifying new meaning. I'd thought she meant some sort of far-off conflict, a theoretical threat that brought

Not a war here.

Not a war now.

situation slams into me as we careen down a flight of stairs. The basement. We're heading to the basement, where the Grand Sage

the room. Without a word, he ushers us toward what he calls the "safe room. The door

urges, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the

us. The room comes alive, whirring and clicking. Panels shift, mechanisms engage, and the space around us shrinks. It's like being inside a giant, mechanical Rubik's cube as it solves

the question, and moving?

of oil, metal, and fear. I struggle to control my breathing, trying not to give in to the

new thing, ever since my escape.

I whisper, unable to keep

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