I turned to her.
"Early to the party, I guess."
I explained everything that had happened, watching her face as I laid it out. The trafficking. The sister. The collar around the elf lady's throat. Nisha's expression didn't shift. There was np surprise or disgust. Just the flat acknowledgment of someone hearing nothing new.
"Trafficking is not something unusual. We're bunches of criminals, remember." She crossed her arms. "And it's indeed a sad reality, but when you're faced against a competitor like Manhattan who are practically amongst the rulers of Recimiras, then there are very limited things one can do."
I looked at her, a subtle frown settling on my face.
"So what? You're saying to leave it? Let them have their way?"
She gave me a stern, almost angry look. The kind of look that said I was being naive, and she didn't have the patience for it.
"Where did you think you were coming to? The city of angels?"
I bit the inside of my mouth.
'Damnit.'
