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 it.

flick to Jacob, to Zoe, as though he's weighing if he should just knock me out and carry me away caveman

under his breath,

chirp sweetly, even

inside out.

sounds suspiciously like a death threat toward Brooke, then jerks his

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

leaps to my throat. "Deal," I

wet stone. The kind of damp that crawls under your skin and stays there. I rub

neck. Her hair's a

sees me and her lips stretch into a grin so

raspy from disuse. "You

feet shoulder-width apart, ignoring the

"I want the truth."

chains rattling as she tugs against them like she's

it's over?" she sings, voice

even the guards flinch

I can't have him," she whispers,

down my spine. I glance at Enoch. His whole body is tense, one hand flexing at his side, barely

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"You're going to rot down

sound that rattles my fucking

was the worst thing coming for you?" she hisses, voice rising. "You're such a sweet little idiot, Taryn. It's already in motion.

fist at my

"Who?!"

her forehead against the silver bars, humming under her breath. It's off-key. Creepy

see. You'll

I lose it.

the silver bars before my

explodes through my palms instantly, the metal burning into

barks

scream into Brooke's face, gripping the bars harder even as the flesh of my palms sizzles. The stench of

fucking care. I need to know. I need her to

until it's all I can

her head and starts humming again. A slow,

And then-

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

My blood ices over.

fuck is Lancaster?!" I choke out, my body trembling from pain

doesn't answer. Just keeps humming that goddamn word over and over

it's a