FOUR DAYS LATER

Harlow

So far, there has been no news or a single word from my sister, and I’m out of descenter and had used the last of my spray last night.

Mrs. Yates was nervous when she picked me up from my room. She hardly spoke to me, and was tense as we walked to the auction house. I did my make-up the same way my sister occasionally did hers.

“You never know; your test scores could be as high as your sisters’,” she chimed happily as we reached the doors leading in.

‘Oh, they will be high, alright, because I am the sister.’ I thought dryly.

“Have you heard anything from Harlow?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.

Mrs. Yates became even more nervous, but she remained silent and gave a swift shake of her head.

After they ran their tests and took blood, I waited in the same foyer of the auction house. Sat in the same hard blue chairs, only this time Zara wasn’t with me holding my hand, this time I was completely alone.

Yet when Mrs. Yates came in, overly excited and bubbly, confusion crossed my features surely I didn’t test even higher. I tried to be upbeat as I knew Zara would be.

“What’s the verdict?” I asked, pretending to be excited.

“Perfect, eighty-seven percent, just like Harlow,” she announced, though I didn’t miss the way her lip quivered at mentioning my name.

pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs.

the paper from her hands; his greedy eyes took in the numbers printed on the pages before a sly smirk

Marvelous! Unbelievable! The luck, Mrs. Yates, two in a row! Oh, those Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of us could utter

wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for

stammered as I

force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted,

couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a million

floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard nothing. I

from my lungs.

in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and

hovered over me, and I tried to sit up, yet the

need to

looked for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I hyperventilated, and Mrs. Yates clutched my face

alright, honey; the Obsidian pack didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen

what she believed I cared for? Tears

sorry about

barely lived. We weren’t even eighteen yet; we still had two weeks. I bloomed bloody early while still under the facility’s care. Two more weeks, and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off the debt and found our own packs! Zara always intended

by. Mr. Black kept me sedated and out of

my gaze pulled away from its standoff with the spider in the corner spinning its

to see the doctor pull my pants over my hip when the door burst

jab her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting through

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