![]() ![]() ![]() Her Spanish was slow and calm, with a distinct flavor that reminded Nita of her time living in Peru. Nita? Agent Quispe, the INHUP agent in charge of Nita’s case, stepped forward, the lines of her buzzcut black hair sharp in the bright light. Her jaw clenched tighter and tighter, until she forced it to loosen to avoid breaking a tooth. Rage boiled in Nita’s veins, heating her body from the inside out. Who’d left her to be kidnapped, cut up, and sold piece by piece. ![]() ![]() Who’d thanked her for helping him escape, taken the money and bus ticket she’d offered him, then turned around and used the phone she’d given him to sell her to the black market. A few inches taller than her, his pale face was framed by slightly mussed dark brown hair, and his huge blue-gray eyes stared at her with shock she knew was mirrored in her own gaze. After all, the set of circumstances that had brought her to the International Non-Human Police had the quality of a nightmare-complete with kidnapping, torture, and Nita burning all her enemies alive at the end. The fluorescent lights of the INHUP refugee center made the white walls glow like a hospital, and Nita wondered for a brief moment if she was in some sort of hallucination. ![]()
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