Chapter Twenty
Buoyed by promises and expectations despite my misery at being banished I did as directed. This time the walk wasn’t nearly as torturous. Reyna was right: I seemed to be growing stronger. Whatever she was taking out of me, my system was becoming accustomed to it. No armies of arachnids were required to keep me to my course even though I spent much of the journey gazing up at the slender curve of the new moon and watching for propitious meteor showers. I made it home by midnight and crawled into my abysmally lonely bed.
After dreaming my usual dreams of being taken in gruesomely sacrificial fashion in a variety of fantastically exciting and exotic ancient venues I awoke to even worse genital pain than usual. My c**k was straining futilely in its cage, of course, though this
