"It will take more than a whisk to shift me," the man said. He jumped off the dresser and walked to the pile of glass. He stared at it a second then picked out the sliver Siobhan had pulled from her mother's foot. "This will make a fair curse," he said and licked it.

"You leave Mom alone!" Siobhan said and snatched at him. The man jumped out of her reach.

"We could make her bleed until she was dry, or maybe put fire in the wound and burn her up?"

Siobhan's stomach ...