Chapter 395: Harvest

If you like music while you read, try "All the King's Men" by The Rigs. It's what I was listening to while writing this chapter!

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~ ZEV ~

Well beyond nerves, Zev was beginning to shake with pure horror. Poor Mae. 

But… it couldn't be. Harvest was a last resort—usually only used when a Chimera had some kind of disease or had given up mentally. Because once the resource was used up, there was nothing left. 

Why would the Board send Mae here if they'd intended to harvest her? 

He licked his lips. But maybe that was what had saved her? Maybe that's why she was chosen? Maybe she'd been sent here instead of being harvested.

He hoped so. Sasha loved Mae. She would have been heartbroken if the female was gone. 

Suddenly grateful, Zev tapped out of Mae's information and searched up Pysa's. 

But his chest tightened and his stomach flipped over as he saw the same status at the top of her profile.