Young’s POV°“Let go of me! Please, Arthur—look at me!”I choked on the dust as my knees slammed into the sun-baked, cracked earth. The heat struck my bare shoulders like an open furnace—well over a hundred and sixty degrees—but the ice spreading through my blood was colder.Arthur did not look at me. He stood beside my assistant, Chloe, one hand resting easily on her waist. She no longer wore her lab coat. A light cold vest clung to her body, a wide-brimmed sun hat shaded her face, and a soft, satisfied smile curved her lips.Behind them stood Arthur’s mother, Beatrice, along with his younger brother Elijah and his sister Clara. None of them met my eyes. Beatrice only sneered and fanned herself with a thick piece of cardboard.“Arthur, please!” My voice cracked as I yanked against the heavy steel chains binding my wrists to the sacrificial pillar. “I gave you everything. My research. My life. My love. I built the drought-resistant seed strain. I saved us. Why are you doing this?”“Yo
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