“It’s okay, it’s just…I’m not strong.”
“Not true. You’re keeping us both alive.” The kiss he wanted wouldn’t happen. His fingers slid through Thaddeus’ hand. “Next time, I’m kissing you.” He winked and stepped away. The cold of touching when he wasn’t corporeal wasn’t pleasant.
Ric ran a hand over his hair. “Okay, Thad. What have you got?”
* * * *
Thad nodded at a pile of folders. “Those are all the victims we’ve found with wings. I’m no expert on warlocks, but I think the cuts are random, which makes me think we have a soul eater.”
“Why?” Sandy tried to sit on the desk, but he couldn’t without sinking into a pile of papers, so Thad pulled out a chair for him. Ric raised an eyebrow at the action, but didn’t comment. When Sandy sat, Thad turned to him.