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his head. He’d seen enough kinds of cars speeding past his alley to know what he liked. He wanted one of those giant SUVs, and the limousine and Jaguar Gus had mentioned. And then some of those sports cars that made his pulse speed up. A Mustang. A 370Z. A Carrera.
    He tried to see himself behind the wheel, but every one of his imaginary vehicles had that blonde sitting in the passenger seat. Every glimpse of her made his heart rate speed up and his nerve endings jump with fear. Who was she? And why was he afraid of her?
    There was more tingling going on. It was happening behind him this time, near his hip, where his silver chalice hung in its own plastic bag. He quickly ripped the bag open, tearing it in the process, which meant he would have to find another one. He took the cup out and looked inside it, where the light was coming from. It was filled with...something. Swirling colors, and...was that a face taking shape?
    Do as I tell you, Demetrius.
    “Who said that?” He looked left and right, then turned to look behind, too, but there was no one there.
    “Who said what?” Gus asked.
    Demetrius looked at his friend, saw the worry forming in the old man’s eyes. “Didn’t you hear that? A woman. Kind of whispering.”
    Gus took a step backward. “What’d she say?”
    “She said to do what she tells me.”
    “Then do it, boy, there’s magic goin’ on here! And keep visualizing. Don’t you stop. Make sure I’m in it. Don’t leave me out, D.”
    Demetrius tried to keep visualizing his own personal den of pleasures, tried to keep seeing Gus as a part of it, but that damned blue-eyed blonde kept popping in everywhere. She was in the sprawling living room with its wall-sized gas fireplace and in the theater room with its giant movie screen. She was sprawled invitingly on his giant four-poster bed’s satin sheets.
    The knife in his hand was getting hot and feeling kind of jumpy. And the cup was vibrating, swirling.
    Lower the dagger into the chalice and say these words.
    “She wants me to put the knife into the cup,” Demetrius said.
    “Well? Do it!” Gus stomped his foot. “Do it, damn you.”
    Demetrius flipped the dagger so the point was aiming downward and moved it over the cup. Actually, he didn’t have to move it, because it felt as if something was pulling his hand toward that big sparkling mug. He started lowering the blade. It seemed to want to move slowly, so he let it—whatever it was—guide his hand.
    Say these words as you lower it, she told him. As the rod is to the God, so the chalice is to the Goddess.
    “That’s stupid. I’m not saying that. It doesn’t even make any—”
    Say it!
    “All right. All right. As the rod is to the God...”
    “Huh?” Gus asked. “What’s this now?”
    “It’s what she wants me to say. ‘As the rod is to the God.’”
    “What for?”
    “How the hell do I know what for?”
    So the chalice is to the Goddess. Say it, Demetrius.
    “So the chalice is to the Goddess.”
    And together they are one.
    “And together they are one.” As he said it, the cup pulled the blade down like a super magnet, and the tip of the blade clanked against the bottom of the chalice. There was a big flash of light, and some kind of sonic boom that blew him back toward the mouth of the alley. Gus’s eyes got huge as he backpedaled to join him, and then they both just stood there, staring at the fast-fading glowing orb.
    And then it blinked out and there she was, that blonde. She was crouching in the alley, completely naked, and everything in Demetrius told him to turn and run like hell. But he couldn’t seem to move. He just stood there, staring at her.
    Slowly she stood and lifted her head to look straight at him, and those blue, blue eyes hit him like a pair of lightning bolts.
    He felt sheer terror. His gaze roamed up and down her lithe, naked form, pale skin, small, perky breasts. Everything about her was small. She was like a fairy or an angel.
    “I’m no angel,