My brows pulled into a frown. “Judge me on what?” “Everything.” Panic gripped me. “What—I don’t—What does that mean?” “It means I will judge you. Your actions. I will decide whether you are worthy of still living.” That sounded terrifying. I broke out in a cold sweat. “Why?” “Because I find myself taking an interest.” “In… in what?” “Everything,” she repeated. “Change is coming. I would enjoy playing a part.”
