Page 204 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

I frown. Where would Mine have gotten them from then?

My lips tighten in annoyance. If I can’t find them anywhere on base… I suppose I could manifest them, but the energy from the pin is quickly dwindling. I’ll likely only have a few more uses for it if I get the donuts.

After a little mental back and forth, I decide to risk it.

Manifesting a dozen donuts, I head back to the cabin where Holloway is sequestered. I’d placed the donuts on a try and covered it so it doesn’t raise suspicions.

“Back so soon, miss?” the guard asks.

“I forgot to give him one medicine. I’ll be in and out.” I give him a smile and he opens the door for me.

When he sees me, the demon starts shrieking.

“You ugly wench! What did you do to me?”

“Me? Nothing. I just wanted to give you more donuts. You like them, don’t you?”

His eyes flicker.

I step closer and reveal the twelve donuts.

He stares at them, licking his lips.

“They’re yours,” I add.

He grabs the first donut and shoves it into his mouth—again, I have no idea how he can even eat since he’s not corporeal. One after another, he’s eaten about eight as I watch closely for any changes in his shape.

To my shock, nothing happens.

What? But it worked before. He shrank after the first donut. So why is he not changing at all after eight?

I quickly pull back the tray and glare at him.

“Give me!” he shouts.

By the Source, if anything, his body has returned to the previous size.

I stare at him in shock and befuddlement. How could this be?

Clearly, it’s not the donuts that can make him shrink. And to think I used my precious energy to get these…

Angry, I take a step back.

“Enough!” I tell him sternly.

My gaze dips at the remaining four donuts, and my mouth waters. Annoyance continues to bubble within me and out of spite, I grab one of the donuts and shove it into my mouth.Take that, you ugly demon. Now you have to watch me eat these delicious treats.

He continues to shout at me, calling me all sorts of names as he pulls onto the right side of his body that’s still tied to Holloway. Oh, I don’t doubt he’d like nothing better than to get his hands on me.

I grab another donut, but this time it’s less about the spite and more about the fact that the addictive sugar is already laying claim to my decision-making processes.

The third one is soon gone, too.

The demon stares at me in disbelief, and just as I bring the last donut to my mouth, he starts shouting as loud as he can, the sound slowly turning into a shriek.

I’m about to bite into the donut when he utters the one word I never expected him to.

“Please.”

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