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.

tear slid down my cheek, and my heart started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered when

hands; his greedy eyes took in the

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

Mr. Black’s 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 from the previous action.

stammered as I stared after

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

eyes stung, and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a

For

the air from my lungs. I killed her; I killed my

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

too, I was in a hospital room. Mrs. Yates hovered over me, and I tried to sit up, yet the handcuffs on my wrist prevented me

need to

for Zara before it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I hyperventilated, and Mrs.

time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As if that would somehow make

dead, and that is what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed down my cheeks and I shook

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

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,

by. Mr.

that had my gaze pulled away from

my pants over my hip when

Mr.

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