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

“We can ask her about it later.” Jaecar walked forward again. “Right now, she’s out of capacity.”


“Right.” Thaddeus nodded. “Put me down.”


Sandy tightened his hold. He didn’t want to put him down, he never wanted to let him go ever again. “Why?”


“This pole is driving me crazy. I need to be able to use my hand when we go in there. I might not be as powerful as he is, and I might suck at casting spells—”


“You’re keeping me alive, babe. It’s a pretty neat trick.”


Thaddeus’ gaze softened. “It is, isn’t it? I wish I’d known I could do it. All my life I’ve believed I was a useless mage, and I have been, but mostly because I’m not a mage.”


“So…you’re adopted?” Ric was frowning at him.


“Maybe, or maybe my mom had an affair. I don’t know. I’ll have to…think about how to handle that. Mixed races are frowned upon, but since I can do some spell work, my guess is I’m half and half.”


Chapter 48