Savvy’?” Will repeats, his brow crinkling. “Is that . . . your preferred name? Because I can—” “No,” I say hastily, my voice almost cracking. “It’s just a family nickname. No need to start spreading that around.” “Ah.” There’s the subtlest whisper of a smile on Will’s lips, and I know he has read through the lines. “I see. Well. You enjoy your lunch at . . .” “The blood bank,” I reply. “Ah,” Will repeats, the smile growing. “The blood bank. How nice.” I can practically read through his response, hearing the words he edited out: “Yes, Savvy, you enjoy your date with your sister’s fiancé at the
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