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.

does he mean? Who

my breath. My mind races with questions I don't want to answer,

step back into the market. The normal chaos of vendors and customers feels jarring

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Chapter 21

of the alley. My gaze falls to a crumpled

same poster Enoch and

commanding even in black and white with the bounty below. I pick it up, my

Enoch isn't... he couldn't

"Taryn!"

into my bag as the coachman storms toward me. His face is flushed, his expression a

any idea how long I've been waiting? This

I mutter, waving him off. "Calm your ass down. I'm here,

I grab my bags and climb into the carriage. As we pull away,

Could it be...?

my head, forcing the thought away. Obnoxious. Absolutely

at me like a wolf with

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don't even wait for the coachman's condescending glare

face lit up as if she's been nominated for some humanitarian award. She clasps her hands dramatically, her nails glinting like

mutter under my breath, shoving the bags into

such a dear for taking care of this. Really, I

Fuck you too.

response, spinning on my heel before she can add more layers to

me. Gritting my teeth, I head straight for my

staring at a half-eaten apple as if it insulted his ancestors. Thank the heavens he didn't get

flick up when he senses me, and just

I call softly, holding up the brown paper bag.

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

"You take pictures with

them later."

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off, and tach

flipping the camera to w wy

plan is pure durende face be cave middays wide and lips

I'm cackling like a

that's when