“And my sister doesn’t lie, because she is Fae,” I said grimly. “You don’t know what ‘good’ is, Anabetha. ‘Good’ is me purging the earth of someone like you.” “What do you know about me? What gives you the right to judge?” She lifted her chin – every inch the queen. “Being the Balance gives me the right to judge,” I said, lifting an eyebrow, and I felt the weight of that settle over me, as if this acceptance mixed with passing judgment had settled the role on my shoulders in a way it never had been before.
