“‘His,’” Jordan corrected him as she took the cloth and shot a quick glance at the goat’s underside. “He’s a billygoat.”
Male, female…it didn’t really matter one way or another to Hasan, who considered an animal’s s*x unimportant. But humans were close to their pets in ways that djinn were not.
He watched as Jordan carefully blotted the blood away from the goat’s wounds. “It’s not as bad as it looks,” she said. “But we’ll still need something more than water to clean him up. Did this house have any antiseptic — hydrogen peroxide, or betadine, or Neosporin?”
“I have no idea,” Hasan replied. “Djinn have no need of such things.”
Her gaze flickered to his arm, which now bore no trace of the wound she had caused the day before. “No, I suppose you don’t. But this little guy doesn’t have your
