They don't call it that any more, do they? What is it those wicked simpletons decided to call it? Come, surely one of you boys know that too?" The Sov...et Union, sir," one of the werefoxes yipped. You would think something with a voice that high-pitched would not be scary, but they were finished with their transformation and they were scary. Not one of them under six and a half feet tall with red fur covering most of their bodies, fox-like faces with rows of needle-sharp teeth, and muscular arms. "There's no way I'm dressing up like some little fairy! My mom's a lawyer. I'm going to call her up and tell her to settle this once and for all."I told him to go ahead. He followed through on his threat, and came back with a grin saying, "She's coming right over.Bev arrived half an hour later, acting confused but knowing exactly what was going on. I repeated what I had told Trent. "I see," she said. "Well, there's no problem here. This is something that can be easily fixed." Trent. It wouldn't hurt me much more to hear his side of the story. He'd put up with a lot from me and my family over the past weekend, I could grudgingly admit that perhaps I owed him the opportunity to be honest.The doorman at La Langoustine Fâchée was all smiles, although it was difficult for me to tell whether that was because he worked at the most exclusive restaurant on the Island or because of what I was wearing.Rhiannon had dressed me, and everything from my lace bustier and matching garters. It failed to budge. There was some light in the hut from barred windows high up, but there was nothing to see.Then something moved into a section of light. She heaved a sigh of relief. It was only a man. Two men, she corrected herself. Both tall and Black, and looking at her with astonishment on their faces. One of them said something to the other.Mandy was surprised at the words, for she thought she'd come to recognize the sing-song language of the people who'd captured her and this was.
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