“There’s a demon animal in my house!” I hurry to turn around as Lachie Kikishkin walks outside … pulling a llama with him. “Where the hell did you get that?” Connor gasps. Lachie looks from Aleks to the llama and back again. He’s barely able to stand upright. “What, he’s”—he hiccups loudly—“not yours?” “No, I don’t own a fucking llama!” Lachie hiccups again. “Oops?”
