I’d had under a week to recuperate from an occurrence that remaining me half-dead. My own body was battered and bruised in ways I can’t also begin to describe.

Dark magic use had consumed me, spat me out a husk of a guy. I was little more than flesh and bone tissue, weary to my extremely soul.

So, obviously, there is a knock in the door.

My smile faded, content face embracing tears, as Kate-a gorgeous vampire and the woman I lust over at every available opportunity-told me the news headlines. Dark magic came to me as my eyes snapped to dark and my tattoos felt healthy to burst with the energy they channeled.

I’m Faz Pound, a.k.a. Black Spark, Dark Magic Enforcer, and a goddamn wizard!

I’ll tear aside hell itself to access anyone or whatever dares hurt the people I care about. Nobody messes with me or mine and lives. Nobody.

Things are going to get nasty.