Rift (Rift Walkers #1) by Elana Johnson

Author:Elana Johnson [Johnson, Elana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01JY0X99A
Publisher: AEJ Creative Works
Published: 2016-10-16T23:00:00+00:00

When I return home, there’s a black shape hulking in my window. A guard. Frustration washes over me. Will I ever have privacy in my own bedroom again?

I’d left Cascade in her driveway, kissless and without a real good-bye. A murmured “See you later,” doesn’t count.

I bottle the frustration as I enter the house through the garage. Past the empty kitchen, two guards bar the way into Dad’s compound. They move forward and one of them beckons to me. “Price, your father would like to see you in his office.”

“Fan-tastic.” I glance up the stairs, where I’m pretty sure Monroe is waiting for me. I go with the guards, because I have damage control to perform with Dad.

He’s still wearing his suit; his hair is neatly combed; his eyes search me as if I’m hiding my gadgets in my pockets. I stare at him as I enter and head for the chair I sat in this morning. Cascade said Dad knows about the rift, that he’s the one using it for illegal things.

I can’t picture it. Dad has been nothing but straight-laced his whole life. I’ve read the feeds on his past. His college grades were impeccable. His community service unmatched. Sure, he didn’t make much money for a few years while he worked out his inventions, but the Receiver came from that.

One of my earliest memories of him is how he welcomed me to his workshop—the tiny shed in our microscopic backyard in the city—with a smile and the words, “Price, come see what I’ve learned.”

He’d then explain everything to me in words a five-year-old could understand. He let me touch the wiring, ask as many questions as I wanted, then he’d send me back to the apartment with, “Go tell your mom I said you could have the last of the ice cream.”

I hold onto that happy memory as Dad appraises me. “Price, I don’t want you seeing that girl anymore.”

“Her name is Cascade,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Actually,” Dad says, giving me a pointed look. “That’s not her name.” He leans back, his pale eyes clear and penetrating.

“How do you know that?” I ask. “What did you see on her hand?”

“All time-travelers bear a mark on their ring fingers,” he says.

I immediately ball my fists, wondering if the mark appears as soon as you enter a rift, or if it’s something you’re branded with later. I try to remember if I’ve ever seen Cascade’s ring fingers bare. I’m not exactly staring at her hands when we’re together.

“She’s not from our time, son. She’s dangerous.”

The patterned wallpaper behind Dad spins. I feel like I’m falling. “Dangerous?” The word doesn’t feel right in my mouth, not when I’m talking about Cascade. “What’s her name?”

“I don’t know for sure,” Dad says, but I hear the edge of a lie in his tone.

“But you said ‘you’ upstairs,” I argue. “Like you knew her.”

“Price,” Dad starts. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is that you can’t go through the rift again. It’s too risky, and I won’t be able to protect you.

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