The voice of Lamia was like a siren call through the silence, drawing Rowan's focus to her words, "The chains that bind you are connected deeply with your soul, for it is the only way you can truly be controlled. As do I" Lamia bared her teeth in anger, and she brought her hands up as she attempted to touch the spikes in her hair, but she ended up flailing around like a discombobulated bird.
Rowan watched in mute fascination as she seemed to strain and argue mentally with herself the closer she got to the spikes in her hair, it was like a mental barrier preventing her from performing a minor task of ripping away the series of spikes in her hair.
Watching her strain to reach what was within her grasp, he wondered to himself, if that was what he was doing previously, yet he did not think it was that hard for him, the barrier was just in his mind, Lamia seemed to be physically repelled from touching the spikes.
