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

above it, blocky letters announce a reward for anyone

sejou slour finding him, they should've put his damn

Enodi freezes beside me

What's up with him?

I glance up frowning

the insignia, his fingers reaching out to trace it as if it holds some kind of secret. His jaw is

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

seeing him like this. Usually, he's all smiles and puppy energy, but now... now he looks like he's trying to remember something, and

around us

go, I urge, sharper than I

figure out what the hell is happening-a man steps

fabric obscuring his face, but the way he moves-calculatedly-sends

say, trying to sound casual, but

slightly, the hint of

He murmurs, his eyes glinting with recognition as he looks up at Enoch. There's an

his presence. His massive frame seems to grow even larger, his eyes narrowing as he steps in

path, but Enoch is the one commanding the

stranger, unblinking, his shoulders squared,

bracelet still gleaming on his wrist, and for a moment, I'm not sure

be more afraid of

back, his smirk faltering, anddor a moment, the entire market

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I whisper,

push past the man and

is pounding, my hands trembling, but I force myself to keep moving, refusing to look

to know.

happened. I'm not sure I

the market, weaving between stalls and ignoring the confused looks from vendors. But no

against a fruit stand one moment,

even

My stomach churns.

I mutter to Enoch, my voice low, "but we're being followed." Enoch doesn't respond, but when I glance up, his expression is darker than

his green eyes have

Oh, no.

He definitely noticed.

shiver runs down

pick up the pace, dragging Enoch along as my heart pounds a war drum. The crowded market feels suffocating now, the noise too

and there he is-the same man, closer this time.

smirk vanishes, replaced by something far more sinister. Before I can react, he lunges forward, shoving me aside as if I'm nothing more

through my palms as they scrape against

scrambling to my feet, but it's too

The air shifts.

is stepping toward Enoch as

next, Enoch

so fast I barely register

falls

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

weighs nothing.

are no longer green; they're dark, wild, and utterly

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I stammer, my voice

his hands clawing at Enoch's forearm, but

arm doesn't waver,

now carved from stone

change in Enoch is

is the gentle giant who tried on