Jonah didn't embrace that, but he wasn't willing to have any spats with Rheadne. They'd just have to agree to disagree.
Liz, of all people, came to Jonah in all seriousness one evening with the air of someone about to confide the location of a drug exchange or a stolen goods cache.
“You need to watch yourself, Jonah,” she told him. “I warn you.”
Jonah was taken aback, but then he got her meaning. “You don't have to worry about me, Liz,” he promised her. “I've simply made a new friend.”
Liz's green eyes brightened. “Uh-huh. Friend. Well, your new friend didn't get that memo.”
Jonah rolled his eyes. He loved Liz like family, but he wasn't about to go that route with her.
The subsequent trainings were less explosive, but tense just the same. Gamaliel began to dole out advice, wanted or
