Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 11

Chapter 11

The market is chaos, a sensory overload that makes my head spin in the best and

worst ways

Vendors scream over each other, their voices blending into a symphony of

desperation, their voices rising above the laughter of children and the clinking of coins.

The air smells like roasted chestnuts and something I'd rather not identify.

Enoch's eyes are darting everywhere, wide and curious, his head swiveling as if he's afraid he'll miss something if he blinks,

I glance at the list Seraphina handed me. It's crumpled, a little sweaty from being shoved into my pocket, and looks about as appealing as her personality.

Who the hell needs this much fabric for one Mating Ball

The items on it are annoyingly precise-yards of silk, decorative orbs, floral arrangements from some overpriced pack boutique. Because of course. Seraphina would demand nothing less than extravagance.

"Is this woman planning a ball or staging a hostile takeover?" I mutter, cringing at the sheer expense of it all.

Enoch doesn't respond. He's too busy examining a display of flower crowns, his hulking frame towering over the vendor's stall like a toddler.

His wide emerald eyes dart around, taking in the world with an innocent curiosity that makes him look seem a kid at their first carnival.

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow as he picks up a crown of daisies and plops it onto his head.

The effect is absurd-this massive, intimidating man-child with daisies framing his wild hair-but his grin is so pure I can't even laugh

"Cute," I deadpan, biting back a smirk. "Very... ethereal warrior."

He grins wider, and I swear the sun gets jealous.

"Alright, big guy, let's keep moving," I say, tugging his sleeve, but not before grabbing another headband and sticking it on my own head. Might as well join the circus, right?

We keep moving, dodging elbows and carts piled high with everything from handmade jewelry to jars of mysterious pastes that I'm definitely not brave enough to ask about.

A few steps later, a flash of silver catches my eye. A simple bracelet, nestled among a mess of mismatched trinkets at a vendor's table.

It's nothing fancy-just a thin band with a single charm with the sape of a crescent moon-but something about it feels... right.

I hesitate, my fingers brushing the few coins in my pocket. My savings have taken enough of a beating lately, thanks to Seraphina's endless lists and my own bad habit of stress-buying tons of groceries.

But Enoch, with his clueless grins and puppy-like loyalty, deserves something

"Hold still." I say, slipping it onto Enoch's wrist..

Enoch stares at it as though I've just handed him Excalibur. His green eyes widen, a strange glint flashing through them- something intense, almost feral, that makes the hair on my neck stand on end.

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Alrig, fersey putting him along again "We've got shit to do

The crowd thickens at we move, the noise turning into a roar. My eyes dart around trying to spot anything that might

esde the ridiculous item beraphina's be when something stops me cold.

Abouty poster, pinned to a weathered wooden post.

The royal ing

above it, blocky letters announce a reward for anyone who can Locate the missing

put his damn face on it," I mutter, shaking my head at the

Enodi freezes beside me

What's up with him?

I glance up frowning

locked on the insignia, his fingers reaching out to trace it as if it holds some kind of secret. His jaw is tight, his entire body teme in

begin to shift from its dazzling green to that lethal crimson that still

and puppy energy, but now... now he looks like he's trying to remember something, and it's

around us shifts,

I urge, sharper

can move-or I can figure out what the hell

obscuring his face, but the way he

grip tightens on Enoch's arm. "Excuse us," I say, trying to sound casual, but my voice wavers just enough to betray

tilts his head slightly, the hint of

with recognition as he looks up at

feel the full force of his presence. His massive frame seems to grow even larger, his eyes narrowing as

blocking our path, but

are locked on the stranger,

his wrist, and for a moment, I'm not sure

be more afraid of

back, his smirk faltering, anddor

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whisper, tugging Enoch's

steps slow as we push past the man and back into the chaos of

but I force myself to keep moving,

to know.

happened. I'm not sure

stalls and ignoring the confused looks from vendors. But no matter how fast or

against a fruit stand one moment, pretending

even

My stomach churns.

to Enoch, my voice low, "but we're being followed." Enoch doesn't respond, but when I

unfamiliar-dangerous. His jaw is tight, his shoulders rigid, and his green eyes have lost their usual softness, replaced by a storm

Oh, no.

He definitely noticed.

shiver runs down

a war drum. The crowded market feels suffocating now, the noise too loud, the people too close. "We should head home,"

beside me, his body rigid as stone. My gaze darts to the side, and there he is-the same man, closer this time. Too close. "Alright, what the

can react,

palms as

I shout, scrambling to my feet, but it's

The air shifts.

second, the man is stepping toward Enoch as though he's

next, Enoch is on

so fast I barely register

market falls

at, lifting

weighs nothing.

longer green; they're

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stammer, my

dangle, his hands clawing at Enoch's forearm,

doesn't waver, his expression

now carved from stone

in Enoch is

tried on headbands and marveled at