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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isn't funny!" I snap, my

walking, his strides long and purposeful, until we pass by the head maid

the leather whip as her prized possession, her beady eyes narrowing as she takes in the scene

Fucking old lady.

her once, briefly, before he keeps

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

we reach the infirmary, I'm already bracing myself for more stares. We're not even through the door when Kallias appears out of

eyes darting between me and

I snap, glaring at

so difficult? Kallias' gaze sharpens, and he opens his

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

contorting in disbelief. "What the fuck,

I hiss, panic lacing my voice. "Are you trying to get us both

after us,

just like that, I know I'm in deep, deep

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quiet except for the faint ticking of a

I really did not need to be

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.

fine," I say, my voice wobbling

doesn't budge. Of course, he

give us a minute, please?" Dr. Lisa's bored tone cuts through the air as she swivels on her stool to face us. Her lab coat is crumpled, her glasses slightly crooked. Classic Dr. Lisa-over it before the conversation even

at her, clearly not thrilled about being dismissed, but he

sighs, grabbing a clipboard. "Let's see what

slightly to inspect the back of my leg. Her

usual boredom vanishes, replaced by wide-eyed shock with her jaw dropping. This is definitely a bit of an

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even leave, his eyes narrows dangerously as he steps closer to the bed where I'm

the edges of the wounds, her lips pressed into a thin line. "These aren't fresh, but they're not healing properly. If your woll can't

they keep happening." Enoch growls, low

sound, and I reach out, grabbing his wrist to stop him from looming over her like some overprotective guard dog. "Enoch,

mine, darkening with something

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

nods, clearly cager to back me up. "She's right. You should

His chest rises and falls heavily, his nostrils flaring, but then he points to my

falter. 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 to talk about

I lie, forcing

me. His eyes drop to my leg again, and then he turns

her glasses, her expression grim as he turns back to my leg. "Whip burns,”

under his breath,

jaw clenches, and I know I've

I say softly, but he's already walking out, his

sides I almost spot his

disappeared out the hallways.