Nadya smiled wickedly. "If we ever see him again, you'll see. If he's not alive, then you won't know unless you look at him." She continued to work as she smiled, she took the hair and dropped it into a liquid, it bubbled and white smoke came from it. Nadya recited a few words from the book and the curse was complete. She had put a curse on him, everytime he killed a gypsy, he would suffer a painful process of his skin coming off slowly at the most single scratch of the skin or rub of it.