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.

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up like I just handed him

is surprisingly soft despite the ordered

This is weird

But it's also not the worst feeling in

Nope. Not going

to put some distance between us,

"Stay," he pleads.

anywhere," I say softly. "But you-l gesture vaguely at the blood smearing his arms and

He's focused entirely on me,

behind us like ripples in

upon

"That rogue's dead?"

must've done it.

roll my eyes, but I don't even have the energy.

it was Kallias.

the one elbow-deep in blood

himself out of his daze, barking orders at the

sure to

the warriors snap to action, dragging the rogue's mangled corpse toward the treeline. The sight

ground, my legs too wobbly to trust, when Kallias turns to me. There's something

be impossible. It's Kallias,

starts, but he doesn't get

of muscle and blood, standing up in front of me as though

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says quietly-steady

stops dead,

Kallias snaps, "I need to check

narrow, his shoulders

hesitate before, but now he does. His gaze flicks

features.

wasn't able to continue his words as Enoch

off entirely, and then all of a sudden, without so much as a warning. Enoch turns back to me, scooping me

the hell?" I yelp, squirming in his arms. "Put

doesn't even blink.

His face is blank, but his eyes are focused

figure out if

not scared," I lie, my voice quieter

his head,

giving up the fight. "Fine. But I can

mutters, as if that's explanation enough, and

face heating up, but

clenched into fists at his sides. His expression

for it.

Guilt? Whatever it is, I don't

my room without

get there, my sense of relief is immediately replaced

Blood.

Blood.

So much blood.

on my sheets, on the edges

gently, his brows furrowing

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

wash up, I say, pointing to the tiny adjoining

repeats, his voice

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