Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 75

Chapter 74

Don't fucking breathe.

Dust coats my throat, clogging my lungs as I press my lips together, trying not to cough. I'm crammed under the antique desk like a damn contortionist, my body wedged into a position that's making my muscles scream. But I don't move. Can't.

Footsteps. Slow. Calculated.

They know this room.

The door creaks as it swings open, a low groan slicing through the suffocating silence. My pulse pounds against my eardrums, each beat louder than the last. My eyes sting from holding back the tears that threaten to spill, and my chest heaves with the effort of staying fucking silent.

I peek through the tiny gap between the desk and the floor. Just enough to see.

Boots. Polished to a fucking shine. Black. Expensive.

Not a servant. Definitely not.

The figure moves deeper into the room, their presence dominating the space. Whoever the fuck this is, they're dangerous. I don't need to see their face to know

that.

Shit.

My body's frozen, but my mind's racing a mile a minute. Did I leave the damn drawer slightly open? I swear I shoved the file back in before hiding, but fuck... I was panicking. My hands were shaking.

What if they see it?

A bead of sweat rolls down the side of my temple, trailing along my cheek. I ignore the prickle of discomfort as the figure lingers by the desk-right fucking above me.

My eyes track every movement. A hand. Large. Calloused. Familiar. It brushes against the edge of the drawer I just pried open, and my stomach clenches so hard I might puke.

Fuck. Did I close it all the way?

Seconds drag into eternity.

One.

Two.

Three.

My body is on high alert, heart slamming against my ribcage. My knees ache from pressing into the marble, and my fingers dig into the cold floor to keep me grounded.

The hand pauses. Hovers. Then...

It retreats.

Oh, thank fuck.

I don't breathe. Not yet.

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Then, just when I think I'm about to be yanked out from under this goddamn desk and dragged into a nightmare I am not prepared for-

He moves away.

Not fast. Not urgent. Just a slow, almost calculated retreat toward the far side of the room.

The moment his back is turned, I act.

I inch forward, my body screaming at me to run, but I can't afford to be sloppy. One wrong move, one stupidly loud breath, and this all goes to shit.

My fingers brush against the smooth wood of the desk as I push myself out from under it, my movements painstakingly careful. My feet find the floor. I straighten, pivoting toward the door.

Almost there.

Three steps. Two. One-

The door slams shut,

I fucking jump.

The sound echoes like a gunshot, rattling the walls, reverberating through my goddamn soul. My breath catches, my body locking up as an icy wave of dread slams into me.

No. No, no, no, no-

A voice, low and dangerous, slithers through the silence.

"I was hoping I was wrong."

A chill spreads down my spine. I don't turn immediately. I can't. My fingers twitch

at my sides, nails biting into my palms, and I focus on the sting, on the way it grounds me.

Then, finally, I turn.

And there he is.

My blood runs cold.

No.

No.

No.

That voice.

Dark and

Enoch.

turn slowly, my body locking

standing by the shelves now, his broad frame cloaked in shadow,

face. Those fucking eyes. I've seen

The Lycan King.

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Powerful. And pissed the fuck

unreadable. But his eyes... they

drawer.

Shit.

able to get the

move.

what the fuck you're doing in my

is so dry I

Think, Taryn. Think.

lodge in my

His voice drops lower. Dangerous. "Lie to

to say something. Anything. But

cooperate.

between my face and the

Fuck. He knows.

do you care?" I bite

voice. But it's weak. Even I

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into

hangs heavy in the air. His body is close now-too close-and the heat radiating off him is

can't

My throat tightens.

"Why?" I whisper.

stares at me. His chest rises and falls, the tension between us so

fucking

words slam into me, but not for the reasons they

the way he says it.

Like it's a plea.

for that shit again. Not now. Not

for another girl,

grit my teeth, shoving down the

not a fucking

Silence.

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shouldn't be here, Taryn." His voice is

man I used to know. The one who

I was his whole

But that man's gone.

hallway casts sharp shadows across his face, carving his features into something

hate him

fighting against the weight pressing

eyes flick to the broken lock, then back

the question almost makes me

chest.

mirroring his stance, even though my

of nerves and resentment. "Didn't realize I needed

jaw jumps. "That's

don't owe you an

slightly, and it's in that moment I realize-he

it's thrumming, erratic

uneven.

and his stupid

a step forward, slow and

back.

it's not a smile. It's something darker. Something that sends my pulse

deceptively smooth. "You weren't

were

My blood turns molten.

"Oh, fuck you."

head.

to everything-I almost throw something at him.

books,

myself by missing.

instead, I glare.

have, no right," I grit out, voice shaking

after what you did."

expression doesn't flicker.

Oh, he's serious.

Something inside me snaps.

bitch," I spit. "You walked away as if

stupuid

you have

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respond. Doesn't

that-that-makes me want

the burn in my throat. "Why are

here, Enoch?"

of silence.

could ask you the same

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