"They've gone too far!" Nathan's words trembled with rage, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white, his entire body shaking from the control he was exerting to keep himself from acting.
Their water bottles had been flying off the shelves the minute a box appeared on the market, it was sold. Within less than thirty minutes, more than a hundred boxes were taken. They have 200 boxes altogether, and it seemed they would sell out before noon.
But success in Ironhold's black market never went unnoticed for long.
And this time, it found its way to the worst possible ears.
Charles Reed, the boss of the Axe Gang, had been a butcher in Ironhold City. When the famine struck, all the wells ran dry except his well which stubbornly continued to provide water. It was bitter, metallic, hardly drinkable, but in a drought, taste was the last of anyone's concern.
