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.

slid down my cheek, and my heart started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?”

hands; his greedy eyes took in the numbers printed on the pages

those Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,”

his flashy suit. I bet it

stammered as

Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt ashamed of herself, of how

my eyes stung, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing

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

me and stole the air from my lungs. I killed her; I killed

made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain, I was sure, would tear me apart and leave nothing

Yates hovered over me, and I tried to sit

need to

side, and instinctively I looked for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing

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

sister is dead, and that is what she believed I

I’m sorry about Harlow,” she whispered,

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 to stay, but I knew I could talk her into leaving, yet instead, I did this

wracked my body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated and

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

doctor pull my pants over

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

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