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

“That might be, but I have to tell them what’s going on.”


Sandy didn’t object. He too wanted to know what was going on. Was he dead? For each piece his brain managed to put into place, the more unwilling he was to accept the picture it created.


He couldn’t be dead. He wasn’t—he was here. Only, Thaddeus could make him see-through. Maybe all wizards could? But why hadn’t he done it to Ric when he’d attacked him?


He had to have a talk with Ric. He couldn’t go around attacking Thaddeus. Sandy might have wanted him gone, but the pain of seeing Ric sink his fangs into Thaddeus’ skin was indescribable.


Shaking his head as a shiver shot through him, he floated right above the seat in the backseat. “Oh, fuck.”


“What?” Thaddeus craned his neck to look at him.


“I got into the car without opening the door.” Sandy was gonna be sick. He’d gone through the door—through it!


Chapter 18