“Out with it, Leo,” I said, impatient.
“What if you are my sister?” he asked at once.
I stilled, my eyes going so wide they hurt. “Huh?”
“Your mom’s name is Claire, right? So is my mom’s. Miss Warrior has big brown eyes, like my dad said my mom has. The only thing that isn’t right is the hair.”
My eyes, impossibly, went even wider. “What color hair does your mom have?”
“Red,” Leo said.
My heart started to race in my chest, a fast pitter-patter against my ribcage. “Mommy’s hair was red before. She dyed it black right before becoming your bodyguard.”
Leo’s expression matched mine. “That’s it, then! She has to be!”
“I don’t know,” I said. “Maybe.” I would have liked Leo to be my brother, and Gideon to be my dad. But I was scared too, like accepting it would be too good, only to lose i
