"You were observing?" I blinked. "What? How does a grown man turn into a creampied marshmallow?"
"What you said doesn't make sense. And no, I was observing the guard. I wanted to see if his hormones are still active even while burning. I was waiting for the guard to show an erection—reaction, I mean reaction, while touching you."
"I swear, I will leave yo—"
"Stop wasting time, pal. He only held the cloth on your face. Remove the cloth and you will be safe. Don't talk long enough to make the fire reach your face and body."
Shit.
He was right.
I gritted my teeth.
Not only was he right, I hated being told to do a logical thing by a ghost. I can't accept the fact that he thought of a sensible thing before me and dared to tell me that as well.
It was like a police officer being told by a pedophile that they should roam around the school if they want to capture pedophiles.
Nevertheless, I can't argue right now.
