"I hate you."

I have said those words three different times to three different people. Isaac, Dean, and Oliver. The only three people I have every truly hated. The three men who killed my father.

Isaac had a arsonist's soul; he loved to burn things. I don't know where he picked the habit up, but in the time I knew him, he was a thief, a murderer, and a thug for hire. All of those things, he did with an unnecessarily incendiary flare. It was his idea to light my house aflame that ...