“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 out of the two of them is the bigger headache.
I’d opened a door I hadn’t even known existed by letting her bring the lamb home. I’d forgotten all about her testing me and am still not sure that that’s what’s going on here, but I’m pretty sure some of the stuff she’d done this evening was to push my limits.