Chapter 32

• Blaise was happy to be doing something other than being stuck in a small space with Griffin. They had the generator set up in the storage area, a hole for the cables and now had them run halfway up the stairs. Outside was good, the cold air diluted the smell of Griffin. The least he could do was try to stink bad instead of smelling like something she needed to sniff him, and lick him and more—
• She smacked the stapler on the step. “It’s jammed,” she looked up at him, “go grab me a screwdriver.”
• He nodded and carefully set the two coils of cable on the step.