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

Sandy sat. The ground was hard and frozen—not that the cold bothered him, but it could be dangerous for Thaddeus, and without his magic, he couldn’t warm himself.


As if he’d read Sandy’s mind, Thaddeus shivered, goosebumps covering his naked arms. “Wish I’d had a jacket.”


“Yeah.” Sandy moved closer and considered shifting into wolf form, but it would do no good. His touch would chill Thaddeus whether it was furry or not.


Sandy looked at him. “Almost nothing about this makes sense to me.”


Sandy shrugged. He hadn’t meant he wouldn’t be listening. “Go on.”


“What would make someone who has planned a ceremony with thirteen participants—” He gestured around the circle at the twelve metal poles surrounding them, “—change their minds?”


“You don’t think he wants to kill the women?”


Chapter 42