As their car wove through the city's hum and drew closer to the heart of the capital, Drai's gaze kept getting pulled toward the extremely faint blur right in front of him. Judging by its height, he guessed Ghost was either crouching or sitting in what must be an awkward position. Therefore, Drai's legs always tensed whenever the car braked since he didn't want to accidentally slide forward and bump his manhood onto Ghost's face.
If this were any other occasion, Drai would've definitely questioned Ghost before allowing him to hitch their ride. Alas, now he could only pray that Ghost wouldn't do anything that might end up implicating him, Ailem, or Alancho.
As Drai gazed through the window, watching the passing lights under the darkening sky, he wondered if Ghost's concealment skill also concealed his "flavors" from Ailem or if she sensed them but just assumed they were his own.
