Sarah takes in a deep breath. “You won’t take my youth. No matter how much you need it, I won’t let you.” She struggles to break free, and it only makes her wobble in place.
Lamia stops, turning sharp on her toes. "What an insult. Didn't your mother teach you better?" She throws out her skirts, and the split up the middle makes the furs fan in the wind. “Oh, and, darling, if I wanted your youth, like some deranged aging mortal, then I would’ve taken it all the other times I had the chance.” She starts counting on her fingers, clacking her nails. “Like when you were asleep in that tree the very first night, or when you were drunk and thought Peter was with that barmaid.” She looks at Peter with a smirk. “You should’ve taken that fleeting opportunity. Seems you won’t have a chance with litt
