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.

my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I

in the numbers printed on the pages before a sly smirk spread across his

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

in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got from

I stammered as I stared

bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring

blinked back tears, my eyes stung, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside

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

my lungs. I killed her; I killed my twin. She

before a pinch in my neck 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 behind but fractured

a hospital room. Mrs. Yates hovered over me, and I

need to celebrate,” Mr. Black

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

the Obsidian pack didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As

what she thought I cared about? My sister is dead, and that is what she believed I

sorry about Harlow,” she whispered, wiping

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

body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated and out of

the ceiling when I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its

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

Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting through

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