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Back When Villains Rise
Chapters (52)
  1. Copyright
  2. Dedication
  3. One
  4. Two
  5. Three
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
  13. Eleven
  14. Twelve
  15. Thirteen
  16. Fourteen
  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
  22. Twenty
  23. Twenty-One
  24. Twenty-Two
  25. Twenty-Three
  26. Twenty-Four
  27. Twenty-Five
  28. Twenty-Six
  29. Twenty-Seven
  30. Twenty-Eight
  31. Twenty-Nine
  32. Thirty
  33. Thirty-One
  34. Thirty-Two
  35. Thirty-Three
  36. Thirty-Four
  37. Thirty-Five
  38. Thirty-Six
  39. Thirty-Seven
  40. Thirty-Eight
  41. Thirty-Nine
  42. Forty
  43. Forty-One
  44. Forty-Two
  45. Forty-Three
  46. Forty-Four
  47. Forty-Five
  48. Acknowledgments
  49. Read More from the Market of Monsters Series
  50. More Books from HMH Teen
  51. About the Author
  52. Connect with HMH on Social Media

Ah. He was another black market dealer, not an undercover INHUP agent. That was a relief. Her meeting with Patchaya wasn’t ruined yet.

Nita smiled at him, hard and sharp. “Stupid boy. Don’t follow people into dark alleys.”

She brought her scalpel up from where she was hiding it and jabbed it into his inner thigh, severing his artery and slicing off part of a very tender area in one single motion.

The man jerked, gasping and opening his mouth to scream, but Nita was faster, jamming her bag with its bagel into his mouth and muffling the sound.

He fell backwards into the wall, blood soaking quickly through his pants, and Nita muttered to herself in irritation as he bled out. She grabbed his body under the arms and dragged him toward the washroom. He jerked and struggled, but it was pointless. Nita had gotten rid of her myostatin, so her muscles had no limit on how strong they could get, and she had been training them. She had superhuman strength, and he was dying of blood loss.

She shoved him in a stall, and he lolled against the wall, eyes glassy and vacant, mouth still stuffed with bagel. Frowning, she took the bagel bag, flushed the receipt and bag down the toilet, then soaked the bagel until it was a soggy disgusting mess, ripped it into pieces, and flushed it too. She didn’t want anything to be able to tie her to his death.

She locked the stall from the inside and wiggled across the floor into the neighboring stall to avoid crawling through the trail of blood. After exiting the stall, she grabbed water and paper towels and mopped up the bloody trail on the concrete.

As she scrubbed, anger bubbled in her chest. She hadn’t needed this complication today. She didn’t want to have to deal with this. It hadn’t taken her long to handle—she should probably be disturbed by that, it was probably a bad sign how efficient she’d become at taking out black market dealers, but she didn’t mind the efficiency she’d gained. She didn’t even feel guilty about it anymore, it was just another task that simply had to be completed.

No, what pissed her off about all this was the fact that she was so notorious now that she couldn’t walk outside for fifteen minutes without attracting a hunter.

She threw the bloody paper towels in the trash and then covered them with clean ones. She needed to leave Toronto. This city was a death trap for her.