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Holiday HeatJonah had no trouble with sleep the night of his first Mind Cage training. Sleep wasn't even the problem. It was what occurred after sleep took hold that was the problem.
His dreams were rife with rehashing of past memories, Felix's scathing words (it didn't matter that they were a “means to an end;” they still cut like an acid-laced blade), and the occasional sounds of a Haunt's snarls. Or were they the 49er's? That angular, calculating face was present in Jonah's head as well.
“You look like hell,” commented Terrence the next morning at the kitchen table. “Was Haunt defense that hard?”
“Short answer, yes,” replied Jonah. “First, Felix said I needed to use my anger. Then he slapped me—”
“He slapped you?”
“Yeah, he slapped me. I was that close to tagging him back, but
