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

snatched the paper from her hands; his greedy eyes took in the numbers printed

Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of

shiny black shoes clicked on the sterile floors as he wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got

I stammered as I stared after

Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet.

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

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

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

a pinch in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed

Yates hovered over me, and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on my wrist prevented me

to celebrate,”

on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all

didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on

what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed down

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

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,

by. Mr.

when I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze

the doctor pull my

jab her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting through the

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