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

Jaecar bobbed his massive head and sauntered over to Grim’s limp body, his tail swishing, and a deafening roar echoing in the cave.


Thaddeus put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed. “Are you okay?”


Sandy nodded and covered his hand with his. “Yeah, you?”


Thaddeus’ skin was pale and his eyes haunted, but he nodded. “How could he ever think I’d want to do something like this?” He gestured around the circle. “How can anyone think I’m capable of doing something like this?”


Sandy feared Thaddeus would faint. “He was crazy, babe. His plans don’t reflect on you at all.”


Thaddeus grimaced. “We need to get back to the station. Pickering is our only lead to the women.”


Sandy stood, carefully wrapping his arms around Thaddeus and nuzzling his neck. He met Leo’s eyes who nodded in return. “Babe.” He took a step back, resting a hand on Thaddeus’ unhurt shoulder. “Let Leo and Elora talk to Pickering. You need to sleep.”


Chapter 57