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 cheek, and my heart started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered

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

Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll

flashy suit. I bet it was

I stammered as I stared after

his knot, and he tried to force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt ashamed of herself,

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

on the floor. For days, I

pain tore through me and stole the air from my lungs. I killed her; I killed my twin. She

went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain, I was sure,

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

need to celebrate,”

I 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

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

sister is dead, and that is what

sorry, I’m sorry about Harlow,” she whispered, wiping tears from

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 to stay, but I knew I could talk her into

slipped by. Mr. Black kept

jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff with

see the doctor pull my pants over my hip

isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black

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