Page 183 of Demons Dig Donuts

“Is that a new kink? ’Cause I do have some nopes we should discuss.” Indy managed a weak laugh, closing his eyes.

“Shut up,” Mr. Heiss said sweetly.

“You already know what I’m going to say. If you want me to shut up, you have to put something in my mouth—”

Mr. Heiss kissed him.

Okay, fine.

That worked too.

The ground shook as Murray finally collapsed, letting out a weak whimper of pain. The hole in his side was gushing blood like a fountain, though he tried to hold the wound closed even as the chains on his legs glowed and sizzled. The sides of the ragged opening were trying to pull together, no doubt some magical dragon healing, but it opened right back up as he tried to stand. The chains glowed brighter, and he roared, broken and miserable. “I… I can’t stop! I have to…!”

“Fuck.” Indy stared at the chains. “Gammy. Where’s Gammy? Gammy! We need—”

“You stupid, stupid boy!” Gammy tackled Indy, fully physical to take him down to the ground from the force of her pounce. “You are an idiot! The biggest idiot in the world!”

“Gammy!” Indy gurgled as his stomach sloshed. He waved over at Murray. “Can you please… help…?”

“I’m going to help my foot right up your ass, sweetie cakes!” Gammy snapped before realizing what Indy was trying to tell her. “Oh! Goodness! Yes!” She wagged a finger at him. “I’m not done with you! But later! I am going to go help that poor creature!” She rushed over to Murray, her sights set on the chains.

“Poor creature who thoroughly kicked all our asses,” Indy grumbled. “Ugh.”

“Come here, Sonnenschein.” Mr. Heiss rubbed Indy’s back. “I’ve got you.”

“Hi. Can we go now? Pretty please?”

“Soon.”

“Grow?” Dill asked, his chin dropping on Indy’s shoulder.

“Hi, Dill. Thank you for helping me bust open a dragon.” Indy managed a tired smile. “You okay, baby? Aodnait too?”

Dill smiled brightly. “Yes.” He took a step back so Indy could see Aodnait resting in his hand as a tiny little flame. “Hurt.” He pointed at Murray, whining low.

“Oh, you wanna go fix him?” Indy laughed. “Even after he kicked your ass?”

“Hurt.”

“Go on. Try not to get eaten again. He might still be hungry.”

Dill beamed and then lumbered over to Murray.

Murray growled but didn’t resist any of the assistance from Dill or Gammy, though his large body still struggled to stand in spite of the obvious agony he was in. “No… No! You need to stay back. Stay away from me—”

“Don’t worry! They’re both dead.” Indy snorted. “You can’t actually hurt them.” He dropped his head on Mr. Heiss’s chest. “Where is that fuck face demon at?”

Mr. Heiss chuckled. “I’m right here.”

“No, Mr. Mitternacht.”

“Lou and the others are handling—what the fuck?” Mr. Heiss gasped.

Indy moaned in frustration. “Oh, for the love of all that is holy and Cher, what is it now?”

Mr. Heiss stared off across the parking lot, his eyes wide. “I can see them.”

“See who?”