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For sanity reasons, he had to forget it. But how, when even Dena could not make him forget?
    John sought the sun’s heat daily. It failed to warm him. He was amazed at how those around him complained about the heat while he could not stop shivering. He walked briskly, even ran around the grounds several times each day. Amazingly, a few minutes after he stopped, the cold would return. At times, his teeth would chatter.
    By the following week, he began to think that maybe he had caught a bug, since he was the only one affected. It was strange, since he felt fine except for the cold sensation that refused to leave him. What made it more difficult to endure was that he had no respite unless he was bathing. Therefore, he took to sleeping underwater.
    John finished his morning run. He braced himself on his knees and took deep breaths. Like before, he shivered two minutes later. His mind remembered a place where he did feel warm while out of water—the classroom. His gaze drifted in that location. He had avoided that area since his last visit. He gritted his teeth and started walking.
    “Curiosity killed the cat,” he mumbled, then smiled, remembering the phrase that was his cousin Dart’s favorite comeback. Satisfaction brought him back.
    John stopped a few feet in front of the closed double doors. Was the place haunted? Then again, if it was, why did he feel warm inside? If the person who had given him a massage was a ghost, her touch should have been cold, not warm. It should have frightened him away, not made him want to stay. John was so confused he no longer knew what to think. The cold was making him desperate. Desperate enough to befriend a ghost—if there was one.
    Next door, Jasira waved a broom back to its location in the closet. Another wave ignited the candle she had placed on her kitchen table. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Again, she thanked John for returning her sense of smell.
    A darker thought entered her mind. If she regained her solid form, she would kill Dena. She could not believe the little harlot. How dare Dena set her sights on John? She had no right. Dena was spared Jasira’s fate because she was the daughter of kindred spirits and had been born after the Terrorshan war. The girl should know from her parents that outlanders brought to Surreal were for the people of the mist, not for those who were solid.
    Jasira tried to forget the day she had stumbled upon John in Dena’s arms. After kissing John, Dena had pretended not to see her furious presence. How dare Dena seduce her kindred soul? And how could John kiss that horny little back scrubber after kissing her? Jasira wished she was solid. She would give that washer girl a taste of her own medicine, if not a black eye.
    Since that afternoon, Jasira had backed off from visiting John. She was going to do so, anyway. Her eagerness had made the young warrior curious. He was asking questions about ghosts. Not good.
    Surreal did not need the reputation of being haunted. If that happened, then even less outlanders would visit. Too many citizens would live out their lives as mist. Therefore, Jasira had planned to back off, just a little. But after catching John in another woman’s arms, she did not return.
    It was meant to punish John. However, it was killing her. She wanted to see her kindred soul—to touch him, smell him, taste him. She walked to the window on a whimper. She fiercely missed John. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him standing in front of the school. What was he doing standing there, amidst the shadowy crowd, staring at the building?
    Jasira exited her home and hesitantly approached him. She glimpsed his teeth chattering. Her heart went out to him. John’s senses were more sensitive than other beings. He felt the cold emanating from her people. With so many citizens living within the walls, it was no wonder he could not keep his limbs from trembling.
    Jasira glanced around her. Only a Surrealan could interact with a