Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

King Novel 22

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

"Who did this?"

Enoch's voice is low and guttural, barely above a growl, but it feels as though the words slice through the air and pierce me straight in the chest.

Fuck.

My mind blanks for a second before it kicks into panic mode. I jerk back, shoving his hand away from my thigh, which sit stings under the bandage. My laugh comes out shaky, unnatural, and it sound as if I'm auditioning for a comedy gig 1 have no hope of landing.

There is no comedy in Enoch's face though. That's the difference.

"Oh, that?" I wave my hand, swatting at a nonexistent fly, "It's nothing, Old scars, you know? Battle wounds. Comes with the territory of being an omega and all."

Enoch doesn't blink. Not once. His piercing emerald eyes are locked on mine, unyielding, intense, and I swear I see his nostrils flare, trying to scent the truth.

"Anyway!" I blurt, spinning on my heel to grab the camera off the desk. My hands fumble as I've forgotten how to hold a simple object, and the weight of his silence behind me feels like a goddamn boulder. "Let's talk about this beauty, huh? No flash this time, I promise." I risk a glance over my shoulder. He hasn't moved.

"Did you know it's got ten different filters? Ten! And I got it for dirt cheap." My voice rises as I barrel ahead, filling the suffocating quiet with every random fact about the camera I can think of. "Oh, and I got you this bookmark too. It's leather. Fancy, right? You can use it with that book you've been obsessed with."

Nothing. Not even a flicker of interest. His broad frame looms in the room like a goddamn immovable force, and the air between us grows thicker by the second. Shit, think, Taryn. Think.

I huff and turn around fully, gripping the camera as my lifeline. "Enoch, seriously, you-"

Before I can finish, he's moving. Towards me at that.

"What the hell!" I yelp as he lifts me off my feet in one fluid motion. Bridal style. As though we're in some twisted fairytale, and I'm the clueless damsel who forgot to read the script.

"Enoch!" I hiss, squirming in his iron grip. His arms are unyielding, solid as stone, and I might as well be trying to wiggle out of a steel cage.

He doesn't say a word. Not one. Just starts walking, his jaw set, his eyes focused straight ahead-he's got a mission and nothing will stop him. Not even me.

"Put me down!" I slap his chest-not that it makes a difference. The man doesn't even flinch.

We make it into the hallway, and that's when the whispering starts.

"Is she showing him off again?"

"God, he's hot, though."

"Did you see the way she's clinging to him?"

Oh, for fuck's sake. I bury my face in my hands, wishing I could teleport out of existence. Or at least out of this hallway.

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I snap, my

until we pass by the head maid sitting in

twists when I see her. She's polishing the leather whip as her prized possession, her beady eyes narrowing as she takes in the scene of

Fucking old lady.

stop. His gaze flicks to her once, briefly, before he keeps moving like she's nothing more than

next "disciplinary session." I can see it in the way her lips curl into that

infirmary, I'm already bracing myself for more stares. We're not even

with her?" Kallias asks, his eyes darting between me and Enoch. "Why is she going

snap, glaring at

are men so difficult? Kallias' gaze sharpens, and he opens his mouth to push

steps forward and

face contorting in disbelief. "What the

my voice. "Are you trying to get us both

completely unfazed, while Kallias glares after us, his jaw ticking with

like that, I know I'm in

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except for the faint ticking of

has any right to be. I really

radiating off him makes me feel as if I've been dumped into a lion's den. His arms

I'm fine," I say,

budge. Of course,

on her stool to face us. Her lab coat is crumpled, her glasses slightly crooked. Classic Dr. Lisa-over it

clearly not thrilled about being dismissed, but he

clipboard. "Let's see what we're dealing with this time, shall

the back of my leg. Her pen clatters to the

by wide-eyed shock with her jaw dropping. This is definitely a bit of an

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make Enoch straighten before he could even leave,

wounds, her lips pressed into a thin line. "These aren't fresh,

happening." Enoch growls,

the sound, and I reach out, grabbing his wrist to stop him from

to mine, darkening with something

to lose your shit

me up. "She's right. You should

a moment, I think he's going to argue. His chest rises and falls heavily, his nostrils flaring, but then he

falter. The question is so simple, yet it feels as if he's reaching into my soul and pulling out

I lie,

eyes drop to my leg again, and then he turns to Lisa. "What?" His

as he turns back to my leg. "Whip burns,” she

word under his breath, laced with something dark and dangerous.

and I know I've lost

he's already walking out, his shoulders

fists at his sides I almost spot his kunckles turning

disappeared out the hallways.