Louis wasn't afraid of G either—he knew both were nothing more than the same kind of playthings.
But G's rank was a little higher than his, if only because, at the very least, G was actually helpful.
He took his time bathing before finally stepping out. He admitted it; he didn't want to see Athena at all. He was afraid she'd force him to drink her saliva again.
Still, it wasn't as if he came out empty-handed. At least he had found a faint clue: Joshua and Athena. Athena treated Joshua as a younger brother, but Joshua's attitude toward her… wasn't all that clear.
After all, the kid was at that rebellious age, impossible to pin down.
Louis chuckled, running his wet hair back before swaggering out of the bathroom.
G remained exactly where he had been, unmoving. He wore a gray suit, stretched taut over his massive muscles, the fabric straining against him.
In addition to the muzzle, a black collar was strapped tightly around his neck, a tiny bell fixed at its center.
