Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 7

Chapter 7

I can still hear the sickening squelch of flesh tearing apart, the image of Enoch's blood-covered hand pulling at the rogue's throat replaying on a loop in my mind. My hands won't stop trembling

The rogue's body is gone now, dragged away by park warriors who looked just as

disturbed as I feel

Kallias stormed off after barking orders, but I couldn't care less about him. My focus is on the man-no, the thing-that's still standing in front of me.

Enoch

He's holding one of my shirts, using it as a napkin to wipe the blood off his hands.

My clean laundry. The one chore 1 actually had under control today.

He doesn't look bothered. In fact, he looks like he just discovered a fun new game.

His green eyes flick to me, and he tilts his head slightly, the way a dog does when

it doesn't understand why you're upset.

He leans his head forward, eyes hopeful like a golden retriever waiting for a treat.

"Pat," he says softly. "Good?"

1 blink, my brain short-circuiting. The guy is covered in gore, smiling like he just won a prize, and now he wants a freaking head pat?

"Enoch," I start, my voice shaking as I push myself up on my elbows. "You just-" I stop, because I don't even know where to begin. Murdered a rogue? Saved me? Traumatized me?

His smile falters when I don't respond, and my chest tightens at the slight droop in his shoulders.

"You're asking if that was good?"

He nods again, smiling like he's waiting for a gold star.

The sight of that smile-the same one he wore when he tore out the rogue's throat–makes my stomach churn. I step back, my foot slipping on the wet grass, and 1 fall hard on my ass.

Of course, I do,

Enoch crouches down in front of me, his massive frame somehow looking both intimidating and harmless at the same time. His green eyes lock onto mine, and his smile falters when he sees the tears I didn't realize were streaming down my face.

"Bad?" he asks, his brows knitting together in confusion.

I shake my head, unable to form words,

He reaches out, his blood-streaked fingers hovering near my face before pulling back, not sure if he's allowed to touch me.

"Sorry," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

That one word breaks something inside me.

I let out a shaky laugh, though it sounds more like a sob. "You're sorry?" I say, my voice trembling. "You just... you killed at wolf with your bare hands, and you're sorry?"

He nods again, his expression earnest.

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Idon't know whether to scream or hve him

Oh, for fuck'uotr.

"Okay, okay." I mutter, reaching out hesitantly. My hard hovers over his head and huhulish Ba

I swear he bis

lightly on his hair til jeton ne getting killed ble my

inne me I meble,

audible.

lights up like I just handed him

soft despite the ordered as his temple and 1 have to fight the urge to jerk my hand

This is weird

But it's also not the worst

Nope. Not going

pulling my hand back. I scoot away from him, trying to put some distance between us, but he follows, crawling forward on his knees like he's afraid

"Stay," he pleads.

you-l gesture vaguely at the blood smearing his

to notice-or care. He's focused entirely on me, like the

like ripples in

who stumbled upon the aftermath

"That rogue's dead?"

done it. He's so strong-so

my eyes, but I don't even have the

it was Kallias.

because he wasn't the one elbow-deep in blood and guts Enoch pulled out from

his daze, barking

to

more orders and the warriors snap to action, dragging the rogue's mangled corpse toward the treeline. The sight makes my

ground, my legs too wobbly to trust, when Kallias turns to me.

be impossible. It's Kallias,

starts, but he doesn't get

toward me. He's a blur of muscle and blood, standing up in front of

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says quietly-steady but

stops dead,

do you mean mine? Move," Kallias snaps, "I need to check

shoulders squaring as he stands to

now he does. His gaze flicks between me

features.

continue his words as Enoch steps

of a sudden, without so much as a

I yelp, squirming

doesn't even blink. "Taryn is

His face is blank, but his eyes

figure out if he

lie, my voice quieter

tilts his head,

"Fine. But I can

if that's explanation enough, and starts walking

I can feel my face heating up, but Enoch doesn't seem to notice-or care. His focus stays entirely on me, his grip firm but

glance back, Kallas is still standing there, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His expression is unreadable,

for it.

is, I don't have time

all the way to my room without a single complaint, his

when we get there, my sense of relief

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

on the edges of the doorframe where

down gently, his brows furrowing at my tone. "You're covered in blood! You've

himself, then back at me, tilting his head again like he's trying to figure out what I'm so

need to wash up, I say,

repeats, his

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