Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

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It's been three fucking days of Liam and I investigating what happened. Who was behind Celeste's death and who posted the article. Liam still can't believe I didn't and how they looked like idiots celebrating me back then in the office.

I don't even make it three steps into the drawing room before I realize it's going to be that kind of evening. He's already there. You have got to be fucking kidding

me.

He sprawled out on the antique velvet chaise as if a damn royal cat who just mauled a deer and now wants a nap after the carnage.

Except this cat is six-foot-something, way too muscular to be lounging that prettily, and currently staring at me with the same intensity serial killers give their prey when they're deciding whether to disembowel first or flirt.

"Again?" I mutter under my breath, dragging a hand through my hair as I turn to Liam. "What the fuck is he doing here again?"

Liam pauses beside me, a thick folder tucked under his arm, eyes narrowing in that exasperated, brooding way he's perfected. "I thought this was a private meeting?"

"Yeah," I say flatly, "so did I."

I specifically told the maid to restrict anyone and that it would just be me and Liam using the drawing room.

But who is a maid when your fucking maid demands it, right?

Ugh, this is so frustrating. He is so frustrating!

A maid edges out the doorway, her face flustered as hell as she peeps in, I walk closer so I could hear her as she whispers something like "He said it's a royal directive, Miss Sinclair.."

Royal directive, my ass.

Enoch doesn't even pretend to look ashamed. He shifts his leg off the coffee table with all the grace of a wolf pretending to be civilized. Spoiler alert, he's not. "Don't mind me," he says coolly, flipping open a book he's not actually reading.

It's entitled 'How To Not Kill' on its covers. I hear some steps behind me, and Liam immediately moves closer, hiding as though Enoch might touch him. I could honestly tell him he's falling right into his trap.

That moving closer to me thus making Enoch's wolf mad about our proximity might get him killed even more. But he's not aware of mates or werewolves, so I let him.

I turn back to Enoch with a glare. I hope looks could kill right now because he's absolutely getting on my last nerve. We can't finish anything with his stupid ass in here.

“I'm just resting. In my palace. In a room I like.” he mutters with a smug look on his face.

Resting. In the drawing room. During a scheduled private briefing. With Liam. "Oh for fuck's sake," I hiss under my breath.

Liam snorts beside me and I sighed. These two are freaking idiots. "Should I come back later when His Highness is done... 'resting'?"

"No," Enoch answers for me, snapping at Liam who then takes another step back at his glare. "You may proceed. I'm not in the way." he growls, pulling back the book on his face.

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way," I snapped, rubbing my temples. I need to get shit done and it's not going to work

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tp my attempts of flirting back

raises an eyebrow, tilting his head just slightly as he stares

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Liam's here. Not when he's still buzzing with territorial piss energy from our earlier conversation. He looks like a

Ugh, Goddess.

I drop into one of the chairs and yank the file

like this every time Liam's here, another day wouldn't make a difference. And this meeting might just be

the controversial article was

immediately shifting from dry to grim, "the one fromLady Celeste's quarters before her time of death. She

a bunch of biscuits before sleeping-which might have been the cause of her death." He started. My heart beats a little faster. "S-so poisoning?"

their throat. We both turn to Enoch as

He mutters. I

I absolutely still wonder why the palace hasn't been

the

is her death not being

and I see Liam grits his

guild." Liam replies. The tension rises as Liam meets Enoch's

alright?" I grumble, annoyed, "Just give me a picture of what this maid might look like." I added, holding out my palm to Liam. He finally turns to me, “The one who gave the late Lady

chamomile tea," Enoch butts in again. I turn and finally glare at him with burning animosity. You shut your trap up or you're

I said, I'm not afraid

it before he hands me a pixelated picture. I

Wait this woman-

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doesn't register the rest. Not

Because there

grainy still shot taped

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forgot my laptop back in the room and it

in the Maldives, smiling as though

who whispered, "I hope you find what you're looking for," she knew exactly

never

My breath goes shallow.

finish the sentence. My body moves before

hands trembling as

There's no mistaking it.

eyes. The way my wolf stirred-agitated, scared. Not of a threat

She was the maid who poisoned Celeste.

came and followed us to Maldives with

laptop and she had her

That's when it clicks.