Chapter 12As I eat the prime rib Jason assures me I can’t afford, I wish it didn’t taste like ash in my mouth. The meat is cooked to perfection, rare just as I like it. But I simply cannot enjoy it. I keep getting reminded of the phoenix. No, it wasn’t a traditional phoenix. It was a bennu, the Egyptian phoenix. What had been returned to me is not Fenrir’s spirit, much like Gelsh’s soul was no longer in Becca while Anubis possessed her. I feel the two are related. But how?
“Penny for your thoughts?” Jason asks.
“I’m wondering if Anubis has a way to trap and contain souls, possibly using the bennu.” I lean back in my chair and fold my hands together behind my head. In the center of the restaurant is a large round gas fireplace pumping out warmth. I had requested the hostess seat us close
