A sense of unease settled upon Byron. It was hard not to get scared hearing Hippolyta say it would be unsafe to tell them of the visions.
The way she sounded like she wanted him out of the city as soon as possible made it even worse.
"Seriously, what did the visions reveal?" he asked, the speed with which he was fingering the voluptuous girl involuntarily diminishing.
This affected the movement of the tentacles too. Byron was slowly losing interest in the orgy. Fear had started to creep in, replacing the sweet sensations from moments ago.
Byron hoped that maybe Hippolyta had been trying to scare him. That all she had said had been just a prank to see his reaction.
Her answer shattered these hopes. "I told you not to worry. Keza will tell you."
"Am I in danger?"
"Keza will let you know."
"For Jesus' sake. Just tell me."
"Who's Jesus?"
'Bloody hell!' thought Byron, remembering they didn't know who Jesus was.
