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.

tear slid down my cheek, and my heart started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered when Mr. Black strolled into

her 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,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of us could utter a

off in his flashy suit. I bet it was

stammered as I stared after

I’m so sorry. She couldn’t take his knot, and he tried to force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish

Something deep inside me shattered

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

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

everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed

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

need to celebrate,”

dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils

didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to

cared about? My sister is dead, and that is what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed down my cheeks and

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

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

days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated

the ceiling when I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff with the spider in the corner

glanced down to see the doctor pull my

jab her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black

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