Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 84

Chapter 84

There's a funny thing about lying.

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People think the worst part is being caught, but that's not true. The real hell is watching someone you love do it to your face and pretending you don't see it.

It's the way their eyes flicker-just for a second-the way their breath catches, the way they say your name just a little too carefully. But mostly, it's the way they look at you afterward. It looks as though they're begging you to believe them, even when they know you shouldn't.

That's the look Enoch is giving me now.

"No," he says, fast and sure. "No one could ever look like you."

He doesn't hesitate, but his jaw tenses. A tiny, barely-there movement, but I catch it because I know him. His grip on me tightens, fingers pressing against my waist as if anchoring me in place. Then he kisses me, hard and claiming, though he can shove the words down my throat and make me swallow them whole.

I let him.

Because what else am I supposed to do? Call him a liar to his face? Demand answers I already know he won't give me?

Instead, I smile-fake and easy. I let my fingers skim along his shoulders, curling behind his neck as if nothing's wrong.

But I feel it. The crack.

A jagged little fracture in the illusion I let myself believe.

Across the room, Brooke is watching. Her gaze slides from me to Enoch, then back again, smug and knowing. I know she thinks she just watched a glass shatter and is waiting to see how long I'll pretend the pieces aren't slicing into

me.

I hold her stare for a second longer than I should, then look away.

Because no matter how much my stomach knots, no matter how much I want to grab Enoch and demand the truth, I can't afford to fall apart.

Not now.

So I let him lead. Let the music guide us. Let the warmth of his hands fool me into thinking I can be happy, just for a moment. But my mind is already somewhere else.

By the time we get home, I've made up my mind.

I'm done waiting for the truth to be handed to me. If I want it, I'll have to take it.

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The second I step inside my apartment, I kick off my heels, toss my bag onto the couch, and scrub a hand down my face. My head is a mess, my heart even worse.

Zoe's voice echoes in my mind. Tread carefully, Taryn. Liam's not the kind of boss you can charm your way around.

Yeah, no shit. Liam Calloway isn't just my boss-he's the kind of man who sees everything. The kind who gives you a task with just enough rope to either prove yourself or hang yourself with. And he gave me one hell of an assignment.

Write about Enoch.

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His fears. His past. The controversies surrounding him.

Make him look good.

The words feel heavy.

I sink into the chair, open my laptop, and stare at the blank document which I'd

say holds the answer to my entire life.

King. The man who barely

fingers hover over

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I've seen him at his worst. I've seen him when the weight of the world was on his shoulders and when he dropped it all just to look at me like I was the only thing keeping him

try to push it down, there's something gnawing at the edges

at the

just a little too

sharply, flex my fingers, and force my focus

This isn't about me.

about my

parents-about where I came from, what happened to them, why I ended up in Riverstone to begin with-I need to

No second-guessing. No hesitating.

I start typing.

phone barely makes a sound.

a gunshot.

glance at the screen, pulse

Incoming call: Gamma Abel.

still running. Steam curls from beneath the bathroom door, muffling everything but the steady rush of water. Enoch

to

there's an

dry chuckle. "Why wouldn't I

feed into my deflection. "You tell

Of course he sees through me. Abel

fine," I mutter. "We're

Then-"That was

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Fast.

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days in the Maldives with Enoch felt anything but fast. It felt like something stolen. Temporary. A

pack is restless. People are talking. His absence-your absence-it's not sitting right. The Elders

they are. They've been waiting for Enoch to falter, to give them a

his voice dips, quiet but firm. "Make sure you

hollow feeling creeps

I don't.

Not really.

won't say

I lift my chin and steady my voice. "I

the lie. He just sighs. "Take care of yourself,

The line clicks dead.

onto the mattress,

The shower shuts off.

My heart jerks.

just as the bathroom door swings

the room.

edges. His skin gleams under the golden light, broad shoulders flexing as he rakes a hand through his

flick to my

Then to me.

awareness settles in

can

as he settles

my

back.

circle my

is a low murmur against my skin, lips grazing

shoulder.

spine. Not from the cold. From the way his words sink in, velvet and possessive. As

waiting for me

lower, splaying against my

I can't.

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