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. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered when Mr. Black strolled into the

in the numbers printed on the pages before a sly smirk spread

too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of us could utter a

Black’s shiny black shoes clicked on the sterile floors as he wandered off in his flashy

as I stared

it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down

deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing through

as I collapsed on the floor. For days,

of pain tore through me and stole the air from my lungs.

neck made everything shut 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

hospital room. Mrs. Yates hovered over me, and I tried to sit

thousand, we need to celebrate,” Mr.

with ice-cold tendrils piercing

pack didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As if that would

she thought I cared about? My sister is dead, and that is what she

sorry about Harlow,” she whispered, wiping tears from my

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 paid off the debt and found our own packs! Zara always intended to stay, but I knew I

slipped by. Mr.

the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its standoff with the spider in the corner spinning its

doctor pull my pants over my hip when the door burst

she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting

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