“I thought your name was Jace,” she said. “Did you lie about that, too?” “No. Jace is a nickname.” She was very near to the precipice now, so close she could almost look down. “For what?” He looked at her as if he couldn’t understand why she was making so much of something so small. “It’s my initials,” he said. “J.C.” The precipice opened before her. She could see the long fall into darkness. “Jonathan,” she said faintly. “Jonathan Christopher.”
