Kaya gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. She had hoped the car's air conditioning had blown the stench of Bradley's cheap cologne away, but she had severely underestimated the olfactory senses of a beastman who could track prey from three miles high in the sky.
The suffocating wave of homicidal bloodlust filled the luxurious cabin of the Maybach, completely at odds with the soft leather interior and the smooth jazz playing faintly on the radio.
Kaya kept her eyes on the road, navigating a slight turn before gently tapping the brakes at a red light. She didn't flinch at the terrifying aura radiating from the passenger seat. Instead, she let out a slow, deliberate sigh.
She turned her head, looking past Veer's dark aviator sunglasses and Cutie's massive frame in the rearview mirror.
