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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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

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

slour finding him, they should've put his damn face on it," I

Enodi freezes beside me

What's up with him?

I glance up frowning

out to trace it as if it holds some kind of secret. His jaw is tight, his entire body teme in a way that makes

move. All of a sudden, his eyes begin to shift from its dazzling green to that lethal crimson

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

air around us shifts, growing

urge,

can move-or I can figure out what the hell is happening-a

fabric obscuring his face, but

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

he tilts his head slightly, the hint of a smirk tugging at his

recognition as he looks up at Enoch. There's an edge to it that makes my

forward, and for the first time, I feel the full force of his presence. His massive frame seems to grow even larger, his eyes narrowing

the one blocking our path,

on the stranger, unblinking, his shoulders squared, ready to

glance at Enoch's hand, the bracelet still gleaming on his wrist, and for a moment, I'm not sure which

be more afraid of

takes a step back, his smirk faltering, anddor a

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go," I whisper, tugging Enoch's arm

past

hands trembling, but I force myself to keep moving, refusing to

to know.

happened. I'm not sure

confused looks from vendors. But no matter how fast

a fruit stand one moment,

even

My stomach churns.

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

his shoulders rigid, and his green eyes have lost their usual softness, replaced by a

Oh, no.

He definitely noticed.

shiver runs down

dragging Enoch along as my heart pounds a war drum. The crowded market feels suffocating now, the noise too loud, the people too close.

as Enoch stiffens 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 hell is your problem?" I demand,

Before I can react, he lunges forward, shoving me aside as if I'm nothing more than

flares through my palms as they scrape against the rough

my feet,

The air shifts.

stepping toward Enoch as though he's got

next, Enoch

fast

falls

to the man's at, lifting him clean off the ground like

weighs nothing.

longer green; they're dark, wild, and utterly

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stammer, my voice

his hands clawing at Enoch's forearm, but

doesn't waver, his expression

now carved from stone

change in Enoch is

tried on headbands and marveled at bracelets.