The Black Market Put a Price on Me

Noah learned he was "valuable" from a black-market auction card. It wasn't public. Lucy had pulled it from an encrypted channel and shoved it in front of him on a tablet. He was standing outside the hospital with ash still on his face, and beneath his picture was a line that made his stomach tighten. "Anomalous resonance carrier, key-class specimen, alive preferred." "They've put you on the market," Lucy said, colder than she had been the night before. "And not just anyone can place a bid. Only the deepest tiers in Briar Harbor's black market get access." Noah stared at the screen. "I can barely afford lunch, and now I'm a specimen?"