Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 71

Click. Flash. And another click.

They definitely know what they're doing.

I feel it before I see it.

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That sharp prickle at the back of my neck. The kind of awareness that slithers up your spine and whispers in your ear- you're being watched.

And then, a flicker. A glint of light where there shouldn't be any. In the deep forest below the balcony. The only thing a human would see is the eternity of trees along the horizon.

But no, not me. Especially not Enoch.

I shift in his hold, my breath still uneven, my pulse an erratic drumbeat against his chest. The warmth of his lips lingers on my skin, but my focus sharpens on the dark patch of trees below the balcony. My wolf hones in on movement, on the nearly imperceptible rustling of leaves.

There.

A human crouches behind a tree, their camera lens reflecting the ballroom lights like a fucking beacon.

My stomach plummets.

Stupid paparazzi.

I can't believe I'ms saying that because I too, am one.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Every single alarm bell in my head wails at once.

Enoch-his face-undeniable proof of who he is. A ghost, a myth, the king who rose from the dead, caught in the middle of a secret rendezvous with some mystery woman. Me.

If this gets out, it's not just me who's screwed.

Liam's company will burn. I will burn-or worse, fired. I already made two records of humiliation, putting the company on blacklist from most events they could have had scooped on simply because the company had a...

"Mad woman"

If I get caught in this, it would already be strike three. The final fucking nail in my coffin.

My pulse hammers in my ears. My brain kicks into damage control even as Enoch's lips trace my jaw, completely unaware of the fire about to consume us both.

I react on instinct.

I shove him.

Hard.

His grip tightens for half a second, his body unmoving, his wolf-dark eyes locking onto mine in stunned refusal.

"No," he growls, voice rough with those red eyes beginning to surface. No, no, no. This can't happen now. I bite my lip when

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his hands tighten on my arms. He'd rather be caught a werewolf by the entire human race than risk letting me go?

I can't do this. Not here. Not now.

My mind races, my options thinning. I need him to let me go.

So, I do the only thing that I know will make him pause.

I kiss him.

Soft. Slow. A whisper of goodbye against his lips.

Enoch stills. His body goes rigid, his fingers twitching on my waist like they want

to hold me tighter-but then his lashes Autter, his grip loosens, and his breath catches.

There he is, the obedient dog I raised.

Turns out, I still hold his leash.

I take advantage of the fraction of hesitation, pressing my lips to his forehead, his nose, his mouth-our usual rhythm of calming him down. Memorizing the feel of him, the scent of him, the way he always-always-leans into me as though I'm the only thing that makes sense.

And then, as my lips graze his ear, I seal it.

"Find me again."

mouth before I rip away.

look back. If I

the masquerade, into the faceless sea of bodies and gilded masks. My hands yank my own mask back into

dancers, the air thick with perfume and expensive liquor. Laughter swirls

keep moving. Keep

a cab is already idling in the grand driveway. The driver doesn't question me when I fling myself into the

say,

go back to the party, I can't be seen in the ballroom any longer. They caught a good picture of my dress-not the midnight one, but the one

see it. My pulse is still somewhere back on that balcony.

never wanted to

to them, trying to steady my

Find me.

me, I

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morning, I wake up in my apartment with the worst

known to man.

one shoe kicked off, my hair an absolute

rolling over and burying my face

told him to find you.

Brilliant. Fucking brilliant, Taryn.

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cold shower brings me back to life

making coffee, I almost convince myself that last night

Almost.

the door open like a

I still can't get

freeze mid-pour, coffee sloshing dangerously close

what?" I ask,

King. Last night. How he danced with that mysterious woman in

said that like a

to see the scene! It was so perfect."

stare at her. Blank.

the inside,

my mug. "Huh." I take a

I know, right? The way people are describing it, it was like something out of a fairy

Yes. Yes, I can.

machine so she doesn't see the twitch at the corner of my lips.

"Hey, Taryn."

shifting her weight from foot to foot like she'd rather be

calling for

goes down the wrong way. I choke, coughing

the dramatic best friend, slams her palm onto my back like

a demon

did you do

my throat burning. "Maybe he just

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I'm secretly mated to the King of Vampires. Come on,

It's Liam."

the ball. Since him. Since I tried to shove that entire part of my life into a dark, locked box and throw it into the fucking ocean. I tried so hard to avoid that paparazzi and run off, did they still

walk to Liam's office like a woman marching

Liam's behind his desk, fingers steepled, eyes sharp. He looks like

Close the door."

not ominous

as I'm told, stepping into the office and folding my arms as

"So, what's up, Boss?"

a beat, something unreadable shifting

blue eyes.

up for the

like an

my mouth parting

The assignment.

The investigation.

The goddamn Alpha King.

burns my lungs.

to say. No? After everything?

the wreckage of

when I know who I'd be

I've already

the patience of someone

this conversation will end.

into a half-smirk. "What, you want me to act like

grew