Alpha's Possession by Jessica Hall

Chapter 2

 

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 heart started pounding against my ribcage.

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

this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he

sat and stared after him. Mr. Black’s shiny black shoes clicked on the sterile floors as he wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money

as

he tried to force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish

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

scream left my lips as I collapsed on the floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard nothing. I figured no

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

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

in a hospital room. Mrs. Yates hovered over me, and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on my wrist prevented

to celebrate,” Mr.

I looked for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing

time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk.

is what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed down my cheeks and I shook my

about Harlow,” she whispered, wiping tears from my

and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off the

days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated

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

my pants

her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr.

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