Chapters (52)
- Copyright
- Dedication
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Forty-Five
- Acknowledgments
- Read More from the Market of Monsters Series
- More Books from HMH Teen
- About the Author
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Her eyes hardened, and she thought about all the ways INHUP had ruined her own life. How they’d buried evidence about her father’s murderer. How someone in INHUP had sold her cell phone GPS location online and sent hundreds of black market hunters after her. This entire mess in Toronto was squarely INHUP’s fault. If INHUP hadn’t betrayed her, she wouldn’t be murdering people in mall bathrooms or making deals with murderous kelpies.
INHUP was as much Nita’s enemy as the black market.
She made a new plan.
She’d been planning to use the information she got from Tácunan Law to destroy the black market hunting her. But there was no reason she couldn’t use it against INHUP too. Adair had said their higher-ups would have blackmailable information in there.
Nita stood under the bright sunlight and looked up, a wild, angry smile crossing her face.
She was going to destroy everyone who’d done her wrong. The black market would grovel at her feet.
And she would annihilate INHUP.
Twelve
NITA WAS ALMOST BACK to the subway station when she pulled out her phone and texted Kovit: you done?
The response came a minute later. Yes. Waiting for you in the cafe across the street from the station.
Nita pocketed her phone and headed back, trying not to become swamped by the hugeness of her plans. Destroy INHUP. It would be a feat that the world would never forget.
If she could pull it off. That was one hell of an if.
She let out a breath. Nita was the girl who had destroyed el Mercado de la Muerte, burned it right to the ground. She was the person who had evaded the black market’s capture, who’d killed everyone that had tried to take her down.
INHUP was just one more thing she was going to destroy in her quest for the life she wanted.
She turned back onto the street with the subway station and immediately noticed the café Kovit had mentioned. It had a little teapot-shaped sign, and the facade was painted the pale blue of a baby shower. It looked like the kind of place little old ladies went to coo over small children and gossip over scones.
The inside proved Nita’s intuition right. It looked like the living room of an old woman’s house, all doilies and teapots on shelves. Cute tables with flower-patterned tablecloths and framed pictures on the wall of cats.
The whole place was packed with people. Wall to wall, they stood around, lined up for the counter. A petit East Asian girl with a high ponytail offered samples, and in the corner, a news team was packing up their cameras while a Sikh reporter chatted with an older white woman who was probably the owner.