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

Sandulf growled and Thad raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m sorry, hon, but I fear I’m the only one who can hear you growl.” The room spun, black edging in from the corners. “I think I need to lie down.”


The world went black before he could.  6


Sandy roared as Thaddeus fell through his hands when he tried to catch him. He didn’t fall through Jaecar’s arms though, and Sandy did not like seeing another man carry Thaddeus off to the small couch by the kitchenette.


“He needs stitches.” Elora was examining Thaddeus’ shoulder. “And I think the arm is fractured.”


“What?” No one paid Sandy any attention. Ric had fractured Thaddeus’ arm? Sandy snarled at Ric—who didn’t react.


“Can’t he heal himself?” Ric gave Elora a harsh look.


“Right, a mage, so none of the shit he said about Sandy was true.”


“Sandulf. We always called him Sandy.”


Jaecar shrugged. “We won’t be able to tell until he wakes up.”


Chapter 17