Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

Chapter 87

Chapter 87

I should hand over the file.

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Liam is watching me. Waiting. His fingers tap an impatient rhythm against his desk, but he doesn't say anything. Doesn't push. He's giving me a chance to do the right thing, or the wrong thing-depends on which side of the moral fence you're

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It's just a file. It's just information. It's just words on a goddamn page.

Except it isn't.

I feel it in my gut, twisting, gnawing at the edges of my resolve like a starving animal.

If I hand this over, I get access to the Imperial Archives. A golden fucking ticket to everything I've been searching for. Every answer. Every secret buried under years of corruption and power struggles. My parents. My pack. The truth about what happened to them.

But when my fingers tighten around the file, I don't see words or pages. I see Enoch's hands. The way they held my face like I was something breakable. The way they pinned me down, firm, steady, unshakable. I hear his laugh-low, unguarded, meant only for me.

Maldives. The way he looked at me under the moonlight, his gaze soft, almost fragile, like he was terrified of losing me.

That same fucker left me.

I swallow hard and rip myself from the memory. Not the time, Taryn.

I need to decide. Now.

Liam exhales sharply, the sound pulling me back into his office. His brows lift, but he still doesn't say anything. He's waiting for me to crack first. Smart man.

I force my shoulders to straighten and meet his gaze. "I'll think about it."

Liam's expression doesn't change. His fingers stop drumming against the desk. Just for a second. Barely noticeable. But I see it. A flicker of something-suspicion, calculation, patience wearing thin.

Then, just as quickly, his mouth twitches into something that resembles a smirk but doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Think fast," he says. "Opportunities don't wait forever."

No shit.'

I nod, gripping the file tighter before turning toward the door. But before I can step

out, Liam's voice cuts through the space between us.

"Taryn."

I pause. Don't turn around.

"You remember what you came here for, right?" His voice is smooth. Controlled. Deadly.

My throat tightens.

Yeah. I remember.

I just don't know if I can do it.

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Not yet

Not like this.

her bag when I make it back to our desks. Her long, manicured nails clack against her phone screen as

"You're either abandoning me for another Italian, or

as fuck, barely speaks English but knows how to say bellissima like a goddamn poet?" She fans herself dramatically, eyes gleaming with pure, unrepentant thirst. "Tonight's the night, T. He's getting

about one more Italian man, I'm

shake my head, laughing.

missing a beat. "What, still caught up on the mystery Lycan? Or maybe- she leans in, waggling her brows-"our broody,

choke on my

fingers, practically vibrating in her chair as she leans closer. "So... did he scold you

him. If I had a dollar for every time he

I shrug. "Nope."

squints. "No way. Liam Calloway didn't get on your ass for once? That's

think he's saving his energy to murder me in my sleep," I say dryly, turning

I have a

Here we go.

"So, I

a hand. "Fine, I'll cover

She blinks. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah."

never volunteer for overtime. What's

Go

“Uh-huh. That's why you're so eager to take

"I'm staying late because I get off

slings her bag over her shoulder, clearly unconvinced but too busy thinking about her bellissimo one-night stand to press further. "You're a saint

die

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via sex-induced cardiac arrest."

put me

blowing me a kiss before

And then I'm alone.

clock out, until the last

I smile. "I won't."

Liar.

the occasional creak of the old building settling. A few more final goodbyes echo in

Then silence.

away from

This is it.

out of my heels and move quietly, my sock-covered feet soundless

way to the secretary's desk. My pulse ticks faster. My hands already know what to do-search the drawers, flip through papers, check

Liam's office keys.

flying over drawers, flipping through files, searching for the one

is fucking annoying. But I've done

fingers brush against a

Bingo.

grab them, take a breath, and head to his door. The lock

easy. Almost too

a deep breath, steady my nerves, and

scent of ink, coffee, and something uniquely Liam-probably frustration and

smells like him. Sharp, clean, something

better-Liam's not the kind of man who