Ghost Phoenix by Corrina Lawson

Author:Corrina Lawson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: immortals, psychic powers, firestarter, superhero, superheroes, comics, invisible, phantom, ghost, mist, paranormals, science fiction, adventure, romantic, suspense, mystery
Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd.
Published: 2014-10-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Richard forced himself to get off the bed. His muscles ached as he stretched. He grabbed the bedpost for balance and it splintered under his hand.

He drew back and his and brushed the splinters away. The strength was still there, still accessible. Good to know.

Now he had to control it.

If he were home, he would catch waves and battle the ocean. That opponent could take every blow and then some. But there was no one here to fight. Battle couldn’t be the way.

Instead, he settled on the floor and rolled his shoulders. Oddly, he didn’t remember much about the short-lived affair with the lovely blonde surfer girl other than the yoga she’d taught him. She had drifted away after a few weeks, to find another place with different waves to surf. Women came and went in his life. But learning something new like yoga was always valuable.

Out loud, he meditated by reciting poems in their native French. Most of the verses were lost to time but he loved them anyway. Or perhaps because he loved them because he was the only one who remembered the words and kept them alive.

Time passed, he stretched this way and that, and his muscles pushed and pulled. One last verse, and he stood, refreshed.

Now, he could move and think.

He called Marshal.

He wished the man would embrace technology. If he did, then Richard could set up a Skype call, see his face and determine if Marshal was lying or not. He had to know if Marshal knew about Rasputin’s monkish followers. Something was wrong at court other than the Queen’s illness. And maybe that something or someone was the cause of the Queen’s illness. It wasn’t lost on him that Marshal had come to him, an outsider, to complete this task. Richard bet Marshal guessed someone might be working against the Queen. He should’ve mentioned those suspicions, damn him.

Court politics. Edward was the master of those. Marshal was damn good too. And the Queen was the ultimate master of them all, but she could barely help herself now. Richard was over his head. The only way to untie this damned knot was blunt force.

Marshal answered after two rings. “Richard? Have you found something?”

No sign of anger. Richard would take a page from his angel and swallow down his frustration. Marshal was not the enemy. If he was, they were all truly lost.

“No, something found me. Did you give me all the information you had on Rasputin?”

“You have all the knowledge I possessed.”

“You failed to mention that the Mad Monk has a cult. A violent cult of monks. A cult that claims their leader lives.”

“What?”

“That was my first reaction. Then I was too busy fighting for my life.”

“Perhaps you should explain what happened.”

“No, perhaps you should answer my questions. What do you know that you haven’t told me?”

“I knew the story of Rasputin’s body being moved. The Queen was fascinated by his power all those years ago, so we sent in agents to verify he was dead.

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