But hold on, “highest-achieving?” That didn’t make a lick of sense. I was as dumb as a box of rocks; there was no way they’d picked me from the bunch. Of course they hadn’t. I remembered the masked dudes who had brought me here, how they’d hesitated in that alley, cursing in their native language when I was the one left behind while my sister, the fucking vet, had escaped. She definitely would have been useful if fancy degrees and cleverness were the entry requirements. But I didn’t want to think about it. All it would take was picturing her face as they’d dragged me away—eyes filled with
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