Nothing Kim did made Raeden happy. Dinner, pasta with sautéed vegetables, was terrible, apparently. The fact that Kim didn’t have a computer or network connection was an abomination. Kim pointed out that even if he could afford those things, he couldn’t afford the power to run them. He didn’t think Raeden believed him. The big man, sober now, was as dark a soul as Kim had ever met.
He’s in pain, Kim told himself. Which he was, but that still didn’t explain the horrible emptiness in his eyes.
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