George hung back, staying silent, but his eyes on me were a storm of complex emotions. I couldn't resist a little ribbing.
"Come on, little George. What's going on in that head of yours? Your face says you've got something to spill." Ever since I'd shown I could hold my own against him, I'd lost my fear and now got a kick out of riling him up.
George huffed and turned his face away in a sulk. But it only lasted a couple of seconds before he blurted out.
"Maybe you really are my sister. Catherine was a wizard prodigy. From way back as a kid, she could see future visions. The king was crazy about her. She once predicted droughts and floods, and that helped him get the kingdom ready, saving a ton of lives."
"Seriously?"
I was caught off - guard. I pressed my lips together, still not
