The General’s Captive (The Rift #1)

T he moments before they attacked were always the worst. Trying to push the fear down and concentrate on the different ways to fight back. To focus on one at a time and use what we had to fight against them in the smartest way.

As for Aster, he continued to stick close to me asking me questions that I didn’t mind answering, not if a single one potentially ended up helping save his life. He seemed genuinely impressed by the tricks up my sleeve, like the big barrels of rotten meat we had collected from outside the kitchens.

A job most people hated and more than making the perfume bombs.

I could already feel myself about to gag just thinking about the moment the Ghouls got close enough that we would pull the cord and make them tip.