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

“Really? Then what are you compensating for?” Thad wished he could hit him.


“He doesn’t have a dick problem.” Sandy grinned.


“We’re triplets.” He gestured at his groin. “Feel free to inspect.”


Thad laughed as Sandy wiggled his eyebrows. “Pervert.” A flush climbed his face as he noticed every pair of eyes watching him as if he’d lost his mind. Maybe he had.


“Right.” Thad nodded. “The scar is from when Sandy got you with a hook when you were eight and out fishing.”


Ric paled. “Someone could have told you.”


“The watch he got from grandpa that he accused Ulf of stealing—it’s in the left top drawer of my dresser.”


Thad took a deep breath, hoping Ric wouldn’t attack him. “The watch you got from your grandfather, that you accused Ulf of stealing, is in the left top drawer of Sandy’s dresser.”


Chapter 20