[LOUIS]
I need to change my number.
Leo has been making my life a living hell. Why couldn't he just back off? Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I wondered, pulling a trench coat over my alter neck sweater, blue jeans, and brown knee-length boots. The mornings are relatively cold here in Paris.
Opening the three blots of my front door I peeped out into the street to make sure Leo wasn't out there somewhere and planning to follow me. I sighed in relief after concluding he was nowhere in sight. I finally pulled together some guts to walk out the front door; shutting it behind me I repeated the same process.
Chain bolt — checked.
Key lock — checked.
Padlock — checked.
Zeus had asked me about these locks during his last visit but it's not as if I could tell him I was being followed —
