Page 109 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Can you stop yelling?”

“No!” Indy waved his arms. “I can’t! Because someone fired a gun right by my fucking head and I can’t hear shit now! You could silence the conversation but not that? Asshole!”

Mr. Heiss did not look impressed, and he snapped his fingers.

The ringing stopped.

“Okay! Thank you!” Indy shouted.

Mr. Heiss glared. “Why are you still yelling?”

“Now I’m yelling because I’m mad!” Indy snapped. “You just, you—!”

“What?”

“You killed that guy like it was nothing! Like he was nothing!” Indy tried again to pull away from Mr. Heiss, but Mr. Heiss held firm. Not being able to break free only made him madder. He couldn’t explain the sick feeling bubbling up in his chest or why he was so angry to begin with.

It wasn’t like he’d forgotten who Mr. Heiss was—what he was.

And yet, Indy was struck with a strange sense of disappointment, even disgust. It had been so easy to throw that imp’s life away, so effortless, like he was nothing but trash, and…

Oh.

What did that mean for Indy?

“He was a traitor, a snitch, and yes, he was nothing,” Mr. Heiss said calmly, though his rage glittered right there on the surface of his cool mask. “I will do whatever I have to in order to protect what is mine. My territory, my property—”

“Oh, big talk!” Indy huffed. “Does that mean you’re still gonna kill me? Because I’m nothing?”

“I am doing what is needed to protect you—”

“Me? Protect me?” Indy sneered. “No! You just want Dill! Need him to protect all your valuable shit, right? Need to have a fancy Artifact all for yourself? Here, wanna try cutting off my hand again? Maybe you’ll get lucky and Dill is taking a nap!”

Mr. Heiss narrowed his eyes and grabbed Indy’s chin firmly. “I protect what is mine and I do not fucking care what it takes. Now. Shut up.”

Indy stared stupidly.

That was not an answer he had expected.

Did he mean Indy? Was he saying Indy was his too?

Mr. Heiss crashed their lips together in a blistering hot kiss.

Also unexpected and completely eliminated Indy’s ability to think. It really wasn’t fair for a demon to be this good of a kisser. Mr. Heiss was firm and commanding, always completely dominating and holding Indy there with only that small touch to his chin.

Indy collapsed forward against Mr. Heiss’s chest and moaned.

Okay, fine.

He’d let the stupid kiss continue for a few more seconds and then he was really going to let Mr. Heiss have it.

Just another couple of seconds.

Yup.

Any moment now.

Uh-huh.