“Because he killed you, and my sisters and brother,” I yelled back angrily. “He was evil, because of what he did to you all!”
“It's not that simple, Charlotte. Yes, he was evil, because of the crimes he committed. But your siblings; were they evil? Because they were spawned by evil, does that make them automatically evil also?” Lady Wadworth asked quietly, fingering the cartwheel ruff at her throat.
I considered her words, studying the concept in my mind. My siblings weren't evil, they had been young and innocent. And yet, they'd been spawned by someone evil. Did that mean they were good, or bad? Good, of course. But would they be good always? Although they'd been fathered by a man whom I'd abhorred, they could have gone either way as they approached adulthood. They could have elected to
