"Bad." Isach sighed. "Worse than my father and Ivy combined."

I muttered a string of curses, raked my fingers through my hair, and paced the length of the living room, my steps heavy. I knew from experience that blood oaths were nothing to joke about, and not something to be entered into lightly, but Piper never swore an oath - her father had, and her being bound by that wasn't fair.

"This isn't a fight we can win by brute force. We need to be strategic and patient ...