Claire

“Hey, Sammy...” I ventured when we got home. I hadn't gathered the courage to raise this topic in the car, but I knew I had to do it. I owed her an apology.

“It's fine, Sparrow.” She waved her hand and put the vodka on the island.

“Sparrow?” I repeated, tilting my head to the left.

“Yeah.” She grinned. “You're a sparrow. You're so carefree and brave, just like a sparrow. Not to mention cute.”

“Thanks.” Gasp! I never expected something like this. She was too kind. But why all the nicknames I received were cute? Did nobody really see my sexiness? My lips twisted into a smirk. Jace...