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. Yates?” I whispered

the

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

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

stammered as I stared after

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 she felt ashamed of herself, of how

inside me shattered into a million sharp

guttural scream left my lips as I collapsed on the floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard nothing. I figured

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

neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness.

me, and I tried to sit up, yet the

need to celebrate,” Mr.

Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my

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

about? My sister is dead, and that is what

honey, I’m sorry, I’m sorry about

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

wracked my body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated

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

see the doctor pull my pants

Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting through the

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