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 voice muffled by my palms.

nothing. He keeps walking, his strides long and purposeful, until we pass by the head

as her prized possession, her beady eyes narrowing as she takes in the scene of me and my so-called 'boyfriend', I

Fucking old lady.

His gaze flicks to her once, briefly, before he keeps moving like

she's already planning my next "disciplinary session." I can see it in

We're not even through

eyes darting between me and Enoch. "Why

I snap, glaring at him. “Nothing's

Kallias' gaze sharpens, and he opens his mouth

a word, Enoch steps forward and shoulder-checks him-hard. Really

back, his face contorting in disbelief. "What the fuck,

I hiss, panic lacing my voice. "Are you trying

keeps walking, completely unfazed, while Kallias glares after

like that, I know

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the faint ticking of a clock that seems louder

be. I really did not need to

examination bed-I'm made of glass, but the sheer tension radiating off him makes me feel as if I've been dumped into a lion's den.

I say, my voice

doesn't budge. Of course,

as she swivels on her stool to face us. Her lab coat is crumpled, her glasses slightly

thrilled about

what we're dealing with this time,

as she lifts my skirt slightly to inspect the back of my leg. Her pen clatters

by wide-eyed shock with her jaw dropping. This is

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make Enoch straighten before he could even leave, his eyes

a thin line. "These aren't fresh, but they're not healing properly. If your woll can't keep up

they keep happening." Enoch growls,

flinches at the sound, and I reach out, grabbing his wrist to stop him from looming over her like some overprotective guard

to mine, darkening with

don't trust you not to lose your shit and murder someone,”

clearly cager to back me up.

going to argue. His chest rises and falls heavily, his

The question is so simple, yet it feels as if he's reaching into my soul and pulling out every hidden truth I've been trying to bury. I really don't want

lie, forcing

doesn't believe me. His eyes drop to my leg again, and then he turns to

glasses, her expression grim as he turns back to my leg.

the word under his breath, laced

and I know I've lost

but he's already

his sides I almost spot his kunckles turning white until

disappeared out the hallways.