The Black Market Put a Price on Me

It was burying him with the building. Noah's head screamed with warning. Every line in his vision twisted together. Then he did something no one expected: he yanked one of the metal shelving units toward himself. Crash. The shelf toppled just enough to wedge the falling roof beam, buying him and Lucy half a second. The white mask tilted. "You're learning to borrow force," she said. Noah didn't answer. He stared at the resonance point under her feet and suddenly understood. Every step she took re-tuned the ground. She wasn't just fighting. She was rewriting local vibration. That was her ability. The Harvester fired again. Needles filled the air.