“Don’t you think my family has cursed yours enough for a lifetime? Plus what could honestly be worse?” She dragged the knife across the young Talbot’s palm and then collected the blood in a vial.
“Fair point,” she replied, watching as the knife cut through her flesh. “Ow,” she exclaimed reflexively even though it didn’t hurt that bad. Compared to all the pain she’d felt over the past couple of centuries, that was like a pinch. “I don’t know, but I’m sure your family could think of something.”