The Black Market Put a Price on Me

"Because you didn't just survive that night at the port," Lucy said. "You aligned something. Both the black market and the officials are hunting the source of that wave." They were hiding in an abandoned print shop in the dock district, windows taped over, doors sealed. The whole city was looking for Noah now. Some called him a co-conspirator. Some called him an awakened user. Some said he was a fake hero manufactured by corporate testing. Even the convenience store he used to stop at had his photo on the door with a handwritten sign: DO NOT ENTER. "You cannot go out alone," Lucy said. "I wasn't planning to go out at all," Noah snapped. "I just want to explain this mess."