“Share a line that’s a fantastic example of your writing voice.”
“You did a very evil thing, Sohalie,” he said, and his face was as sober as I’d ever seen it. “You knew it was evil when you did it, yet you did it anyway. You coveted something that was not yours, and you caused great harm to several people, most of all your sister whom you love.”
His deep green eyes seemed to delve into my very soul, but I did not flinch. I had told him the truth; I had told him the worst, and I had no defense. In a way, I felt my life was in his hands. I did not beg for mercy because I knew I did not deserve any.