Detective Thaddeus Ezax is in over his head. He’s the only wizard in Rockshade’s Paranormal Investigations Department, and it was his name that got him the job. The Ezaxs are known as some of the most powerful wizards in the world, but Thaddeus isn’t your average Ezaxs. Is it any wonder his family shuns him? When a kidnapping case is dropped into his lap, Thaddeus must act fast. While most five-year-olds can cast a location spell, Thaddeus can't and is forced to get creative. When he finds himself in possession of a black market werewolf skull with a ghost trapped inside, accidentally releases the spirit, and somehow forms a connection with it, things get even crazier. Sandulf Hunter doesn’t remember dying, but he remembers the last thing he saw before everything went black -- a wizard. All wizards must die! The only problem is, the wizard standing next to him smells too damned good, so good Sandy thinks he might have to keep him. And since wherever Thaddeus goes, Sandulf finds himself yanked along, he might not have a choice in the matter anyway.

Soul Eater

“You said my name was Ric.” Sandy grinned at him, then stopped himself. No grinning! As soon as Thaddeus had taken him to Ric, he’d kill him, or have Ric kill him.


He didn’t think he could do it himself. Thaddeus was his, would always be his, but he’d prefer to be a wolf who lost his mate than being mated to a fucking wizard.


“I work with Ric, I know you’re not him.”


Work with Ric? No way, Ric would never work with a wizard. Never. “I’m Sandulf.”


Sandy frowned. How would Thaddeus know his last name? “Yeah.”


Thaddeus nodded and increased the tempo.


Shit, shit, shit.What had he done? How had he done it? There was no doubt in Thad’s mind Ric would kill him. He pushed the candles firmly into his pockets when they threatened to fall out and hugged the skull to his chest underneath the jacket.


“Do you know who…” He glanced at Sandulf. Did he know he was dead? Shit


Chapter 13