Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

CHAPTER 113

The maid is breathless as she grapes her knees from the marathon she's ran and we wait for her to tell us what was going on.

"She's awake," the maid blurts out and it's as though the entire room stops breathing.

Enoch stiffens so hard I hear the crack of his knuckles. Jacob immediately shifts his stance closer to me, as though he already knows I'm gonna do something fucking stupid. Which, yeah. I am.

I push off the couch, heart jackhammering in my chest.

"Who?" I snap, even though I already fucking know. I already fucking feel it.

How did she wake up so fast when she wasn't even moving when she was on the floor?

The maid swallows. "Lady Brooke. She's awake," the maid trails off before rubbing the back of her neck. "And?" I snap, she's got more to say than what she's laid out. "She-"

"Spill it the fuck out," Zoe interferes, her own aptience is wading. The maid's eyes widened and she's shaking as she mutters, "She's not... right in the uh-" she points to her temples.

Brooke's out of her mind, she says.

"No shit," I mutter, wiping my sweaty palms on my jeans.

"She's been babbling nonsense. Laughing. Crying. We were gonna sedate her again but-" the maid cuts herself off, glancing at Enoch as though she's waiting for permission to keep talking.

"She's not your problem anymore," Enoch cuts in, voice like cold steel. His hand clamps around my wrist when I try to sidestep him. "Taryn, no."

I yank my arm free. "I have to."

"You don't." His growl is low enough to make the walls hum. "Whatever she says will be a mindfuck. You're better than this."

I laugh. It sounds cracked.

"I don't wanna be better. I want fucking answers, Enoch." I grit my teeth, pulling my wrist off of his tight grip. "I'm gonna rip her mouth off if I have to." I stare straight at him. Zoe takes my hands in hers, smiling at the determination that's slipping out of me in waves.

She doesn't even know hat's gonna happen down there or who she's dealing with in this room right now, packed with wolves that could snap her neck. But that's not something she should have to know right now.

A snort slips out of the tense silence and we all turn to Beta Jacob, those brown eyes glinting with mischief. "The fuck you're onto?" I scrunch my brows, annoyed at him being so unserious about this situation right now.

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He shrugs his shoulders and smirks at me, "You know, queen like behavior." He murmurs. "Fuck you, Jacob. Don't encourage her." Enich butts in with a snarl at his own Beta and Jacob raises both hands in surrender before stepping back.

I turn to Enoch in disbelief, "No one is encouraging me. I'm going down there and I'm gonna make sure she's gonna talk to me." I bite my lips.

For whatever reason, I know I'm not satisfied with the answers I got from Brooke

the last time when she accidentally fell down the stairs. I want to know who really

is

behind this.

can't just be obsessed with Enoch and that's

Jacob, to Zoe, as though he's weighing if he should just knock me

his breath,

chirp sweetly, even as

inside out.

suspiciously like a death threat

We go down together. You breathe wrong, I'm

leaps to my throat. "Deal," I say, even though we

under your

wall, a silver collar digging into her neck. Her hair's a rat's nest. Bloodshot

into a

drawls, voice raspy from disuse. "You actually

shoulder-width apart, ignoring the way my

"I want the truth."

cocks her head, chains rattling as she tugs against

think it's over?" she sings, voice syrupy and cracked

and even the

have him," she whispers,

my spine. I glance at Enoch. His whole body is tense, one hand

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done, Brooke," I snarl. "You're going

sound that

hisses, voice rising. "You're such a sweet little idiot, Taryn. It's already in motion. Someone's already coming. Someone

hands fist

"Who?!"

a schoolgirl, leans her forehead against the silver bars, humming under her breath. It's

see. You'll see," she

I lose it.

onto the silver bars before my brain

palms instantly, the metal

Enoch barks

bars harder even as the flesh of my palms sizzles. The stench of burning

don't fucking care. I need

cackles harder, louder, until it's

head and starts humming

And then-

"Lancaster... Lancaster... Lancaster..."

My blood ices over.

out, my body trembling from pain

answer. Just keeps humming that goddamn

it's a