Chapter Three
Lucy fingered the hefty, one ounce gold piece as she recalled her demonic coupling. It was the same as the ones she had provided to the old gypsy woman, derived, in fact, from the batch of coins that had been taken from her. It glittered prettily, the light of her bedroom glancing off the figure of St. George, mounted on his steed, his spear piercing the body of the recumbent dragon. The gypsy woman, Ulana, had given it back to her when she turned over custody of the Golden Grimoire.
When she had awoken after her bout with the demon on the mountain, one of the gypsy men was hovering over her. He was mounted on a horse and he was looking down at her with a combination of wonder and desire. Lucy was, of course, still naked. Her body felt like it had been run over repeatedly b
