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The sobs had stopped, but Kaira’s vision still swam with tears. She sat huddled at a table in the corner of the bar. The beer she’d spent her last few credits on was nursed in her hands, careful as she had been to stretch it out there was very little left.
She was certain she would be asked to leave soon, or to order another drink, which she couldn’t afford. And then… she was too numb to think about what she would have to do then. She just sat staring hopelessly at the picture in her hand. The picture of her brother.
The thump of two bottles hitting the table made her jump. She looked up, blinking her eyes to try and see as someone sat down opposite her. No. Not just someone. Tarkus!
“Here. Drink,” he said.
He shoved one of the bottles towards her. She stared at him for a
