"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 heaved like she was going to puke, but the awful man would just laugh at her. She focused on the heat in her gut and felt her hair move in a breeze that wasn't there.
"I said," she grabbed him by the throat, "leave my mother alone!"
"You don't have the stone," the man said and stuck his tongue out at her, "you can't make me
