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 when Mr. Black strolled into

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

row! Oh, those Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away

flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got from the

I stammered as I stared after

bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt

and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me

the floor. For days, I wondered, yet

from my lungs. I killed her; I killed my

neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain, I was sure, would tear

and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on

thousand, we need to celebrate,”

Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I hyperventilated, and Mrs. Yates clutched my face in her

See?” She pointed to the screen over

that is what she believed

about

barely lived. We weren’t even 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 paid off the debt and found our own packs! Zara always intended to stay, but I knew I could talk her into leaving, yet instead, I did this to

slipped by. Mr.

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

my

isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed,

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