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.

heart started pounding against my

the numbers printed on the

will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of us could utter a word or

flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got from the previous action. The money that might have

I stammered as

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

breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a million

floor. For days, I wondered, yet heard nothing. I figured

me and stole the air from my lungs. I killed her; I

left me before a pinch in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything

hovered over me, and I tried to sit up, yet

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

dead, and that is what she

I’m sorry about Harlow,”

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

wracked my body, and days slipped by. Mr.

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

isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed,

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