Jayden Thompson is special. He’s a necromancer, but as the seventh son of a seventh son, he’s more powerful than anyone else in the country.This is lucky for Noah Michaels when he walks into the Thompson Agency and finds out the sexy man with blue streaked hair is the only one who can take his case.
Falling in love with Jayden is easy, but watching him try to deal with the havoc his powers create isn’t.
Jayden Thompson was exhausted when he finally made it into the office. After spending nearly the entire night at the cemetery all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed, but instead, he had to come to work. His night started out badly, and hadn’t gotten any better as it went along. First, there was the snob from an insurance agency who thought it was reasonable to show up forty-five minutes late for their appointment without letting him know.
This made him late for his next client, a very irate and upset Italian woman who wanted to say goodbye to her dead husband. Jayden had apologised profusely, even though he did try and call. It wasn’t his fault her phone battery had died. He didn’t know any Italian, but he had been pretty sure there were several swear words mixed in with her yelling.
After his last two clients, insurance agents once again, Jayden had needed some time to decompress. So he went to visit his grandad. Those were the times Jayden loved being a necromancer, it allowed him to talk to his grandad whenever he needed. On the other hand he had to deal with the business side of things. As much as he might hate it, necromancy was a business.
His family’s business as Jayden had been born into a family of Necromancers. Yes, they could raise and converse with the dead for short periods of time and no, they were not evil. It was just another form of magic. Witches' magic dealt with the living, Shifter magic came from within and Necromancers' magic dealt with the dead. It was as simple as that.
Jayden sat down at his desk, turned his computer on and opened the newspaper he had brought with him into the office that morning. Giving it a quick scan he rolled his eyes as he noticed yet another crocodile on the front page. He skimmed through the rest of the paper quickly, but found nothing else interesting. He threw it away and got to work.
Not many people could work with their entire family six days a week, but it seemed to work for his family. Jayden was thankful they all didn't still live together. He thought that would have sent him over the edge and caused him to commit mass homicide. He could probably convince the police to let him off with a warning as no-one can live and work with their large—and he meant large—family twenty-four hours a day.
He pulled out the new files that had been placed in his in-tray; the damn thing was empty when he left yesterday afternoon. Skimming through the files he found it was all basic stuff; insurance companies wanting clarification on a cause of death so they hopefully didn't have to pay out millions or families wanting one last chance to say goodbye to a loved one who was taken from them suddenly.
Jayden placed the files to the side and opened his e-mail. He looked through the calendar first to see how many appointments had been added to his day since he last checked it. Jayden groaned as he noticed he was nearly booked solid for the entire day.
As the youngest, he seemed to get stuck with all the less interesting jobs, as evidenced by the files in his in-tray. His dad and his eldest brothers, Jackson and Jessie, always seemed to get the good ones. His family had still not realised that Jayden was the most powerful of them all. He was the seventh son of a seventh son, but his father had never known about the older brother he had lost. That was a secret his grandad had only shared with him, and Jayden felt a pang of guilt at keeping it from his father. Jayden had felt his magic bubbling under the surface of his skin from the tender age of thirteen.
He shuddered as he remembered walking home past the pet cemetery and seeing the forms of not just one, but nearly every pet in the place. He was only fourteen at the time, so he had screamed and run away.
Raising the dead was not an easy task. It took an amazing amount of energy and concentration. Normally a necromancer was able to raise two or three people in a night, and each of those for maybe fifteen minutes. Jayden, however, could raise someone and talk to them for hours without feeling drained. He often went and spoke with his granddad when he was feeling particularly lonely. He hadn't tested how many people he could raise in one night, but he figured it was a lot considering the pet cemetery incident.