Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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Chapter 69

Chapter 69

As the day he lost me...

Right. He did lost me.

My mistake is pausing as I stare at him. Just for a second. Just enough to catch my breath, to feel the warmth of his hands on me before I remember exactly where I am. Who I am.

Shit.

The music stops.

Silence.

For a fleeting moment, I wasn't a nobody. I was the woman wrapped in the King's arms, with every eye in the room pinned on us like we were a goddamn fairy tale.

I need to leave. Now,

A thick, pressing quiet, shattered only by the rapid clicks of cameras and the murmurs slithering between the guests. A scandal is unraveling in real-time, and I'm standing right in the center of it.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears. I can't afford another trouble. I'm on strike two on Liam's list, I'll be fired for another one.

I try to step back. His grip tightens.

I swallow hard, my throat burning like I just downed a shot of acid. "Enoch."

His name feels foreign on my tongue, forbidden after years of avoiding it. Like saying it too many times might make it real.

His jaw clenches, the muscle twitching like he's at war with himself. "Stay."

The word punches straight through me, through the layers of this gorgeous dress.

And I almost do.

But the spell breaks when a reporter shouts, "Who is she?!"

That brief hesitation-the scrape of his thumb over my wrist, the unspoken resistance-uncoils something deep in my gut. But I rip myself away, breath hitching, forcing myself to move.

Now. Now, Now.

Run.

"Taryn-"

I don't look back. I can't.

I'll hesitate. If I hesitate,

I can't stay.

hit the marble floor with sharp clicks, each step reverberating through the grand ballroom like a gunshot. The moment our dance ended, silence swallowed the room, only for it to be devoured by

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Who is she?

the King dance

the fuck

I want is to be cornered by the hungry, sharp-toothed press ready to rip me

from tripping and faceplanting my way

a glance

in the middle of the ballroom, a statue carved from shadow and steel, unmoving except

ticks, his hands curl into fists at his sides, and for a split second, something

Mine.

nearly miss a step. No. No, don't look at me right now, idiot! Then he smirks. The bastard smirks, playing with me. Goddess, the media will see!

in haywire as crimson tints

eyes-

without breaking my goddamn neck. The second I make it outside, the cool night air rushes

I don't slow down.

that I need to disappear before anyone

"Taryn."

Oh, for fuck's sake.

still moving, and nearly slam into Jacob, who's leaning against a carriage like he had nowhere better to be than waiting outside the grandest ball of

Why are you

have time

me, unimpressed. "You look like you've been caught doing

snap. "Change me

He blinks. "Excuse me?"

dumb," I seethe. "Make me unnoticeable. Before someone

reaching into the carriage and tossing me a bundle

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old dress. The same stained,

screams I don't belong

stare at him.

back." He shrugs, entirely too

silky midnight fabric of my disguise crumples at my feet, forgotten. The second I'm back in my own clothes, I feel the weight on my

surveys me with a critical eye, then nods. "Yeah.

"Thanks, asshole."

Anytime."

the King's mystery woman just made a fucking Cinderella exit.

hear the murmurs, the speculation, the desperate attempts to find the mystery of the woman who stole the King's attention. The thought makes my stomach churn. I shove it down and

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