Muntaha watched the sleeping girl. He was conflicted about her. Although his men found a few Djinn who got away, he didn't want to believe that she was an ordinary human.
Nothing about her seemed ordinary to his experienced eyes. While he lived among the humans, he had long managed to blend well with them.
No one suspected him of being anything but human. His cover was so perfect that even he almost forgot what he was.
Hence he took her back with him and asked the other men to keep her presence a secret. Unlike the supernatural world, humans were quite serious about relationships before a formal marriage.
He sighed leaving her on his bed as he stepped into the washroom. He was covered in dirt and felt greasy from all the sweat.
If his powers weren't locked, he would have already figured it out. No matter how good they were at hiding, no one can get away from him when he is at his best. He was invisible.
