(Enigma Black Trilogy, Book 3)
by Sara Furlong Burr
Dystopian / Romance
Date Published: October 11, 2014
Ten years ago, her family was murdered.
One year ago, she left her life behind for a chance to avenge their deaths.
Twenty-four hours ago, her defiance sealed her fate.
With her suspicions mounting and her loyalty to The Epicenter tested, Celaine Stevens makes the decision to fight for a cause she believes in and aligns herself with the rebellion. Joined by Ian Grant, the pair escape from The Epicenter and travel to the Capitol, where they find Marshall Leitner and his followers. While inside the rebellion, Celaine and Ian learn that the rebels are planning a final uprising against President Brooks, one in which they hope will sway the rest of the country’s opinion in their favor.
However, loyalties are soon tested. The rebels are finding it hard to trust them, so when a bounty is issued on Celaine and Ian by President Brooks, it may be too good for some of them to resist.
As the nation goes to war, Celaine finds herself in the fight of her life. Vendettas will become personal, lives will be lost, and the world will never be the same again.
After regaining his footing, the other soldier ran at me, ready to strike me with his gun. I prepared myself to spring over him, but he was ready for me and, catching my leg with his hand, he slammed me down to the ground. He then knocked my gun out of my reach, and I could only watch helplessly as it landed inches away from my outstretched hand. In a flash, the soldier was on top of me, pressing his arm into my neck, one of the most vulnerable and exposed areas of my body.
“Don’t you know it’s not polite to hit a lady?” I asked him, freeing my foot and kicking him off me. “Good thing for you, I’m no lady.” As I struggled to get to my feet, he jumped on my legs and pinned me back down to the ground. “You don’t give up easily, do you?” In response, he landed a couple of punches to my chest as he reached for his gun, which I promptly swiped away and threw into the darkness.
Behind me, I heard a gun cock. When I looked back, I saw the soldier guarding the door stiffen, his gun aimed at a distinct figure in the doorway. “Ian!” I shouted, trying to get to my feet. With the soldier holding me down, it would take some time to free myself. Time I didn’t have. Frantically, I tried kicking my legs in the hopes of being able to break free. Although the soldier loosened his grip on me, it still wasn’t enough. “Ian, look out!” I called right as the soldier near the door fired the first shot. Ian ducked back inside, barely dodging the bullet.
A loud crack emanated from above the doorway. I looked up in horror to see the second floor of the warehouse beginning to buckle. Soon it would fall in, blocking the exit in the best of circumstances, or crushing Ian and the others under concrete and flame in the worst. With the soldier still on top of me, rapidly landing blows to my body, I couldn’t move to get to my feet, and could only inch my way forward. It wouldn’t be enough for me to get to the soldier guarding the doorway before he fired another shot at Ian, but it would be enough to get me closer to the gun I dropped.
He fired another shot, and then another immediately thereafter. With the smoke growing thicker, Ian must be getting desperate. The structural integrity of the building had to be fading fast. I needed to do something and I needed to do it now. In pain, I inched myself toward the gun. My fingers scraped its metal exterior and moved it closer to me until I was able to capture it in my hand. Ahead of me, yet another shot pierced the night air. Now, Celaine, now.
With an unsteady hand, I took aim at the soldier and fired.
Sara "Furlong" Burr was born and raised in Michigan and currently still lives there with her husband, two daughters, a high-strung Lab, and three judgmental cats. When she's not writing, Sara enjoys reading, camping, spending time with her family, and attempting to paint while consuming more amaretto sours than she cares to admit.
You can learn more about Sara at http://sarafurlongburr.blogspot.com, follow her on Twitter via @Sarafurlong, and read more of her ramblings via Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/EnigmaBlackKindle.