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.

started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs.

eyes took in the numbers printed on the pages before

Oh, those Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch

he wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got from the previous action. The

Y-Yates?” I stammered as I stared after

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

eyes stung, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into

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

stole the air from my lungs. I killed her; I killed my twin. She died because

shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the

Mrs. Yates hovered over me, and I tried to

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.

alright, honey; the Obsidian pack didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As if that would somehow make me

what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed

sorry about Harlow,” she whispered, wiping

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

body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me

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

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

isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black

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