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.

into her bag when I make it back to our desks. Her long, manicured

abandoning me for another Italian, or you're about to announce that you're finally swearing off

to say bellissima like a goddamn poet?" She fans herself dramatically, eyes

about one more Italian man, I'm reporting her to the

head, laughing. “You need

sex life," she shoots back without missing a beat. "What, still caught up on

choke on my water. "Liam? Fuck

in her chair as she leans closer.

is a personal inconvenience to him. If I had a

I shrug. "Nope."

ass

energy to murder me in my sleep," I

Anyway, I have a huge favor to

Here we go.

eyes gleaming with excitement. "So, I kinda-okay, no, I

"Fine,

She blinks. "Wait, really?"

"Yeah."

squints again. "You never volunteer

Go

“Uh-huh. That's why you're so

deadpan. "I'm staying late because I get off on

night." She slings her bag over her shoulder, clearly unconvinced but too busy thinking about her bellissimo

die

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via sex-induced cardiac arrest."

you do, put me in

me a kiss before disappearing

And then I'm alone.

clock out, until the last coworker waves goodbye. "Don't overwork yourself,

I smile. "I won't."

Liar.

replaced by the occasional creak of the old building settling. A few more final goodbyes echo in the hallway, followed by

Then silence.

away from my desk and

This is it.

heels and move quietly, my sock-covered

floor as I make my way to the secretary's desk. My pulse ticks faster. My hands already know

Liam's office keys.

flipping through files, searching for the one thing that could make

But

brush against a

Bingo.

them, take a breath, and head

easy. Almost

breath, steady my nerves, and slowly push

office is dark, the air thick with the scent of ink,

him. Sharp, clean, something expensive and dark. His

not the kind of man who leaves things out in