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 look back, I'll hesitate. If I hesitate,

I can't stay.

our dance ended, silence swallowed the room, only for it to be devoured by a frenzy of whispers, the murmurs slithering through the

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Who is she?

did the King dance

the fuck

the hungry, sharp-toothed press ready to rip me apart for breathing the same air as their untouchable King. My lungs protest as I reach the grand staircase, a monstrosity of white marble and gold, stretching down farther than I remember. Of course, this place is excessive

to keep from tripping and faceplanting my way into

a

a statue carved from shadow and steel, unmoving except for his piercing, predatory, locked onto me

curl into fists at his sides, and for a split second, something flickers in

Mine.

me like a sledgehammer, and I nearly miss a step. No. No, don't look at me

haywire

eyes-

and I push harder, descending the staircase as fast as I can without breaking my goddamn neck. The second I make it outside, the cool night air rushes to meet me,

I don't slow down.

where I'm running, only that I need to disappear

"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 the year. He looks me up

Why are you

don't have time for

unimpressed. "You look like

yet," I snap. "Change

He blinks. "Excuse me?"

I seethe. "Make me unnoticeable. Before someone comes out here looking for

and tossing

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The same stained, wrinkled thing I arrived in, the

screams I don't

stare at him.

He shrugs, entirely

mutter a curse and yank the gown over my head, my movements frantic. The silky midnight fabric of my disguise crumples

nods. "Yeah. No one's looking

"Thanks, asshole."

Anytime."

thing I need is for someone to realize the King's mystery woman just made a fucking Cinderella exit. I take off, slipping into the growing crowd of guests leaving the

desperate attempts to find the mystery of the woman who stole the