Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 21

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Chapter 21

The market is alive with noise, but all I can hear is the blood rushing in my ears as I bole through the maze of site, y fixed on the man ahead. Fucking bastard. I'll get you.

He's fast-too fast for someone who looks as though they've skipped a few meals- t I'm fueled by something durger than adrenaline: anger.

This asshole has been stalking us, and I'm done running.

I dodge a fruit stand, the smell of overripe bananas slapping me in the face, and nearly crash into a vendor pelling for fresh fish. The man darts left, into a narrow alley between two brick buildings. Perfect. hhaed Opphet Exucky when i dost

avoid.

But do I stop? No, because apparently, I have the survival instincts of a drunk squirrel.

The alley smells like damp stone and regret. My boots slap against the uneven ground, the sound echoing as the walls dose in on me. I glance around, my pulse hammering. No sign of him.

Then, like a bad horror movie cliché, he appears behind me.

"Shit!" I whirl around just in time to block a punch aimed at my face. The force of it jars my arms, but I hold steady, shoving him back.

"Who the fuck are you?" I snap, my voice shaking more than I want it to.

He doesn't answer. His face is a mask of rage, his dark eyes drilling into mine as he lunges. I duck, the air above me whiding as his fist misses my head by inches.

Okay, so he's strong. But guess what? So am I.

I don't know where the hell this burst of strength is coming from-adrenaline, maybe? Or something else entirely. But it's there, and I'm not wasting it.

I grab his arm, twisting it behind his back with a satisfying crack. He grunts,

struggling to break free, but I slam him agains the wall, pinning him with my body weight.

"Start talking," I hiss, my breath hot against his ear. "Why the fuck are you following us?"

He coughs, trying to turn his head to look at me. "You'll regret hiding him," he wheezes, his voice raspy but steady. "You don't know what you've done."

"What the hell does that mean?" My grip tightens, my nails digging into his skin.

He doesn't answer. Instead, he slams his head back, catching me in the chin. Pain explodes in my jaw, and my grip falters just enough for him to shove me off. "Coward!" I yell, lunging for him, but he's already running.

I don't chase him. My jaw aches, my hands are trembling, and I can't shake his words. You'll regret hiding him. You don't know what you've done.

the hell does he mean? Who

against the wall, catching my breath. My mind races with questions I don't want to answer, but one thought stic. like

the market. The normal chaos of vendors and customers

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Chapter 21

of the alley. My gaze falls to a

same poster Enoch and I

name stares back at me, regal and commanding even in black and white with the

Enoch isn't...

"Taryn!"

my bag as the coachman storms toward me. His face is flushed,

you have any idea how long I've been waiting? This is

I mutter, waving him off. "Calm your

doesn't argue as I grab my bags and climb into the carriage. As we pull away, I glance at the poster again, the

Could it be...?

head, forcing the

at me like

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glare before hopping out. He mutters something under

been nominated for some humanitarian award. She clasps her hands dramatically, her

under my breath, shoving the bags into her outstretched

for a second, but she recovers quickly, pressing her free hand to her chest. "You're such a dear for taking care of

Fuck you too.

even dignify that with a response, spinning on my heel before she can add more layers to her

say behind me. Gritting my teeth, I

table, staring at a half-eaten apple as if it insulted his ancestors. Thank the heavens

he senses me, and just like that, my frustration

up the brown

confusion, but he stands and follows me as I set the bag down. I pull out the camera, shiny and new, and

holding it up. "You take

them later."

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off, and

camera to w wy o

plan is pure durende face be cave

I'm cackling like a

when i