No Light by Devi Mara Read Free Book Online

watching him go. The next five Dems selected their own utensils. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and looked down as they passed. Each thanked her, but she got the impression they only did it for appearances sake. She chewed her bottom lip. When her eyes rose, she noticed the other handlers watching her.
                  "Knife," a familiar voice said, drawing her attention away from her audience. She moved to get a knife from the table, before she realized the order.
                  "I didn't hear a question in that, Dem," a voice called from the other side of the serving table.
                  Sarah jerked her hand away from the knife and looked toward the voice. An older handler scowled at Farran. Sarah's eyes quickly looked up at the Dem and widened. His eyes were quickly darkening. She looked back at the knives on the table.
                  "Did you hear me, Dem?" the same man asked, again.
                  She saw Farran visibly twitch. She glanced at the other Dems and saw them watching with rapt attention. Their eyes glistened with something dark and hungry. She cringed away from them, but they did not seem to notice. They appeared completely focused on Farran.
                  "Dem?" Sarah whispered. She fought not to back away from his furious gaze. "Answer the question, Dem." Her eyes shifted to the other Dems who nearly vibrated in their excitement. In her mind, they were sharks scenting blood.
                  "Dem!" The handler started to come around the end of the table. As he approached, the other Dems began to smile.
                  Sarah looked between the handler and Farran with wide eyes. "Farran?" she whispered frantically. She stepped back when his gaze snapped to hers.
                  "May I have a knife?" Farran asked in a clear voice.
                  Sarah stared at him, only vaguely aware of the complete silence.
     

Chapter Three
    Knocking Through
                  "Handler Mackenzie?"
                  Sarah jerked at the sound of her name. She tore her eyes away from Farran. Luke stood just to the left of the large Dem. His eyes flicked between her and the silent handlers at the counter. She could see the other Dems from the corner of her eye. They still stared.
                  "May I have a word with you?" Luke said, after a moment.
                  Sarah swallowed hard, but gave him a quick nod. Ducking her head, she skirted around Farran, careful not to make eye contact. She tried to ignore the other stares. Accusing eyes and curious gazes. She felt both and it only made her face burn hotter. She shoved her hands in her pockets.
                  "Sir?" she said quietly.
                  "Follow me." He turned away and stalked toward the door with a slight limp.
                  She hurried after him, almost running to keep up. He looked over his shoulder once to make sure she was following, but he did not slow down. When they passed into the kitchen, the scent of food seemed thicker than the first time she had been there. She did not look around, focused on the man in front of her.
                  Luke began pacing. After a moment, he looked toward the doorway. Sarah blinked at his muttered curses. She inwardly cringed at his language, even as she knew he had a  right to be upset. Another mistake. So soon. She leapt out of the way, as he strode past her to slam the door.
                  She flinched. "Sir?" she asked again, watching him return to his pacing.
                  "Sarah, did you forget everything you learned in training?" he muttered, still pacing.
                  Sarah looked down at the stone beneath her feet. "I…" She trailed off, unsure how to answer.
                  "What is rule number one in The Corridor,