The family gathered, the small remains of the Rhodes coven receiving the body of their fallen sister with much weeping and embracing. Dagney Rhodes huddled next to Gram, the two with their arms around each other and I stayed out of it. My grandmother needed her witch sisters right now, needed to grieve while I felt the powerful urge to destroy something.

Karyn, a constant comfort, took possession of the angular chunk of shining glass as I laid ...