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“The Guardians of the Finisher’s Fury” is the third and final installment in The Guardians series and was released on Nov. 12, 2013.
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In the meantime, here’s a sneak peek at “The Guardians of the Finisher’s Fury.”
“Is this the wrong case?” Cabarles stared at me and then back into the opened box.
“That’s the right one, and it hasn’t been out of our hands since the monastery. What is that stuff?” I gripped the edge and lowered the box so I could better see the contents.
“Do you think it … melted?” Trendon asked.
Undoubtedly, he was trying to be both funny and pose a legitimate question at the same time. Since I didn’t think anyone in our group would be able to steal the artifact out from under our watchful guard, I began to wonder if the Wrath did indeed change into some other form. Melting would imply intense heat, which could have meant the artifact negatively reacted to the outside air.
“Maybe when it shot that mist into Dorothy’s face, it was just starting to break down. Maybe we just did the world a favor by accidentally destroying it.” Trendon snapped a picture of the gray ash with his phone. “I’m just gonna try something online, but don’t hold your breath.”
“If you’re thinking of uploading that picture on the Internet, I wouldn’t recommend it,” Cabarles said.
“Why? It’s not like the Architects are watching for a pile of junk to show up online. Besides, there’s no way they could know all of my alternate handles.”
“What if they’re tracking your phone?” he suggested. “The moment you upload something could alert them of our location.” Trendon smiled at the absurdity of Cabarles’s suggestion, but his smile vanished as he changed his mind. “You make a valid point, Cabarlicious.”
“Which brings us back to our initial problem,” I said, returning the focus of the conversation. “How is the artifact gone?”
A low cackle arose from the hospital bed as Dorothy’s eyes opened. Her soft laughter died off. “Not gone,” Dorothy said. “It’s not gone.”
“Dorothy! You’re awake!” I scrambled to my feet, temporarily forgetting about the missing artifact. However, I backed away from her. Her natural color had yet to return to her skin, and beads of moisture dotted her chest and arms. But by far the worst feature was her eyes. A charcoal gray coating now covered them so that even the whites surrounding her irises were no longer visible. It looked as though two solid, dark marbles quivered beneath her lids.
“You won’t find it in there, Amber.” Her lips pulled up until the top of her cheekbones stretched wide. “It’s in here.” she patted her chest. “Inside of me.”
“You ate it?” Trendon asked in disbelief.
“What are you talking about?” Cabarles straightened, his hands clenching at his sides.
With a quick unnatural motion, Dorothy’s head snapped in his direction. “Ahhh, Cabarles Godoy, my old friend. Have you been trying to figure me out? Fit the pieces together? Does it not make sense?”