No Light by Devi Mara Page B

the Dems tormented her. She continued to move in his direction, flinching each time one of the Dems came too close. The faint glow of the ator made his eyes narrow. He was moving before he made a conscious decision to aid her.
                  Azzan and Balendin leapt away from her the moment they noticed his ator. Alarmed, they turned to look at him in confusion. He bared his teeth, furious they would think to question him. Ignoring their bows of respect, he circled around Sarah to place his hand on her back. He looked up to see his Dems slinking away, before he bent to whisper in her ear.
                  Her obvious fear of the dark, both amused and irritated him. He watched in fascination, as the ator quickly vanished in his presence. The threat deemed passed, the blue fire faded into her pale skin. His chains jingled quietly when he moved around her.
    He found himself bending closer, fascinated by the way she leaned toward him. He had given her no reason to believe he would not take advantage of her momentary blindness.               Yet, she turned toward him, tipping her head back to gaze toward his face. Something about it, deepened his voice to a near purr. When she questioned about the blackout, he glanced around the room. He gave her a vague answer, narrowing his eyes at his second.
                  Tradis' head tipped up toward the ceiling. A moment later, Farran saw a tiny flicker of light in the dark fluorescents. He snarled, but dropped into the chair in front of the human. She began to question him immediately. He grit his teeth, watching the senior handlers. Handler Williams stared toward Farran's corner of the room, Motlin standing to his left.
                  Sarah's first touch jerked his attention away from the handler. He looked up at her in shock. When she continued to touch him, the shock faded to anger. Such blatant disregard for a superior, almost took his breath away. The fury built every second the human touched him. He tried to ignore the tingle that radiated out from the place where their skin met. Feeling himself shaking, he growled.
                  She refused to obey him, continuing to move her disgusting human skin against his. His face twisted into a silent snarl of frustration, the disgust he wanted to feel refusing to come forward. It made his fury toward her build.
                  She disobeyed him until he grabbed her wrist. It was difficult to speak past the rage, but he managed. When the lights flickered to life, he had to drop his gaze to hide his feelings from Handler Williams.
                  The scene faded from his mind, as he looked down at the unconscious female in his lap. The ator was receding, having done its job. He rolled her head to the side to see the bloody gash had vanished. He tried to ignore the, now familiar, bite of regret. He wrapped his hand around her upper arm loosely, feeling the size of her thin limb.
                  His thumb covered his fingertips, forming a complete cuff. He grimaced. She was petite, fragile. His gaze moved to her tiny hands splayed against his chest. The fingers would barely extend past the palm of his hand. He shook his head, remembering the flare of the ator when her head struck the wall. It had first infuriated him, and then caused the painful clenching in his stomach. He tore his eyes away from her, as her eyelids began to flutter.
     

Chapter Six
    Drowning Song
     
                  It was the tickle under her skin that brought her to awareness. A moment later, the warmth pressed against her right side shifted. Her eyes popped open.
                  "Sarah." The Dem said her name as if it were a statement.
                  She slowly turned her head to the side, rough fabric skimming her cheek. Her eyes landed on his chest, before they rose to his face. He did not look at her, his gaze fixed