“Bruh, damn, what the fuck? A goat?” Lyon shook his head and sneered at me with scorn. “You couldn’t keep your balls for at least a month?”

“Shut up, and it’s a sheep, for your information.”

“Same thing. What the hell are you doing with it now?”

I should probably feel embarrassed about the situation, but I’m too tired to give a good damn. Silla and her damn sheep had taken what little energy I had left with their sheer existence. I’m not sure which ...