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move, as she leaned in to wrap the chain around his waist, cheek brushing his suit. The spicy scent was far stronger with her face so close to him. She swallowed hard and stepped away as soon as the task was done.
                  "It is my understanding, your brother took after your father. Dark hair, dark eyes." He leaned forward. "Yet, you have green eyes. I must assume this came from your mother's line."
                  Sarah blinked at his sudden proximity. When his gaze dropped to the harness in her hands, she nodded. She draped the chain over his left shoulder. He turned away from her, as she crossed it across his back and fastened it to the right side of the waist chain.
                  "I have seen countless members of your family line," he said murmured.
                  She stayed silent, fastening the second chain to the back of the one at his waist. She rose onto her toes, and slipped the chain over his right shoulder. When he did not turn to face her, she walked around to stand in front of him. He looked down at her.
                  "You are the first female handler." Something about his tone made her look up at him.
                  She opened her mouth, and his eyes narrowed.
                  "It is very curious."
                  Sarah slid her gaze away from his strange expression. She quickly crossed the two chains across his chest and fastened them to the waist chain. The harness formed an "X" across his chest. In the center, a small panel held a hand print. She glanced up at him.
                  "Finish it."
                  She pressed her palm to the panel. His body jerked, as if every muscle had tensed at the same time. She felt a current flow from the panel, crackling along the metal. The chains around his chest snapped tight and gouged into his flesh. His wrist restraints shrank, nearly melding with his tan skin. A thin line of red appeared, as the edges cut into him. She tore her gaze away from the blood before it dripped to the floor.
                  The lines of fury slowly faded from his face and his eyes dropped to her. "You may speak."
                  She blinked at him. "You are on kitchen duty, today."
                  He raised an eyebrow. "I see." He looked down at his restraints, then the door. "I have to follow you."
                  Sarah swallowed, as the anger swirled in his eyes, again. "I'm sorry."
                  "Stop apologizing," he snarled.
                  She jerked back from the sudden fury. "Then, I don't know what to say."
                  His lips curved into a smile and it was more frightening than the glare. He shook his head slowly. "Lead the way."
                  His words carried a threat, she was sure. The thought of having him at her back made her stomach knot. She took a deep breath and turned her back to him. Nothing happened. She waited a full minute, not daring to breath or move. He was silent behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. He raised an eyebrow, still standing in the same place. She let out the breath she was holding and walked to the door.
                  The Kitchen. She chewed on her bottom lip. It was one of the doors in the Main Hall, but her single glance at the map was days ago. Fear and shame battled in her mind, as she forced the words out of her throat.
                  "I don't know where the kitchen is," she said quietly. She heard him stop behind her.
                  "Off the main hall." Irritation, but not amusement.
                  Sarah sighed and nodded. "Thank you."
                  He did not reply.
                  She started to glance at him, and then thought better of it. She stepped out of the cell. For such a large person, he moved gracefully, his footsteps