Page 38 of Were-Geeks Save a Kitten

“We’ve got to call—”

Kit interrupted. “Gamfay, Gamfay—”

Yordan took up the call, repeating the fairy’s name a third time with Kit. “Gamfay. Let’s talk.”

“It’s about fucking time,” muttered a voice behind them.

Yordan spun around, Coffee’s real name bursting from his lips. “Dwayne!”

There was Coffee, standing in a ridiculous elf costume. He looked gaunt and miserable, especially with the thin green leash around his neck. And there, holding on to the leash, was a bright, tuxedo-wearing game show host, complete with a microphone and a shit-eating grin.

“Hello, boys,” he chuckled. “Place your bets. Daddy’s ready to make a new deal.”

Chapter 14

Bob Barker Did It Better

Damn, Kit really wished he’d taken the time to get dressed. Naked while negotiating with a fairy was just embarrassing. But no time for that now, especially as Yordan was already going aggressive.

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that, Dwayne?”

“Duh,” his friend shot back. “You think I’m wearing this because I’m a Mensa candidate?”

Gamfay rocked back on his heels, while somewhere canned laughter filtered into the room. And now game shows were officially ruined for the rest of Kit’s life.

“Let’s get down to business,” he interrupted. “We want Coffee back. Er, Dwayne. What’s that going to take?”

Gamfay heaved a mighty sigh. “Exactly what you think it will. You’ve got to win a bet.” He grinned. “Easy as eating a mince pie.”

Yordan snorted. “I don’t even know what that is.”

“Meat pie,” Coffee said. “Tastes like shit.”

Gamfay rolled his eyes. “Yours tastes like shit. My pies—”

“Aren’t important right now,” Kit interrupted. “And my nanna’s mince pies are to die for.”

Damn it, he would have preferred a little more preparation before going into negotiations, but that was a vain wish. There was no way to really prepare for something like this, so they might as well get to it now.

“What is important is getting Coffee back. So, what are the exact details of his bargain with you?”

Gamfay gave a low chuckle. “His is unbreakable, but honestly, his whining is getting annoying.”

Coffee perked up. “Good to know.”

“You two, on the other hand, are a lot more interesting.”

Kit shook his head. “Actually, we’re really boring.”

Gamfay wasn’t having any of it. He walked about the room, touching the rumpled bed and making a show of sniffing the air. “Now this is really interesting,” he drawled. Then he batted his eyes at the two of them. “Is it twue wuv?”

“None of your business,” Yordan growled. He had moved next to Coffee, where he was tugging at the clasp of the leash. It looked like it ought to break with a sharp tug, but Kit wasn’t surprised when it held fast.

“Au contraire, my growly friend,” Creepy Game Show Host continued. “What if we wagered on the strength of your wuv?”

“No,” said Kit at the same moment as Yordan said, “Why not?”

“What?”