"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 about it," Isach said. He crossed his arms and pinned me with a knowing look.
I scowled. "I already said I wouldn't go in guns blazing, but I'm not going to stop, either. Not until I have Piper and all of her sister back here safely."
"I won't stop, either," Chloe said, looping her arm through Trent's and resting her head on his shoulder. "So, what's the plan, Isach? What do we have to do?"