Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

CHAPTER 118

I should've known peace was too fucking quiet.

The air in my apartment smells like old lemon floor cleaner and the rain that crept in through the cracked balcony door I forgot to lock. I'm still in the same clothes from the palace-my jacket reeking of stiff perfume, anxiety, and whatever the hell heartbreak is supposed to smell like.

Liam said the job was still up.

Sol came back, packed the one suitcase I kept under my bed for emergencies, tossed in every file I had printed about my parents' deaths, the article draft I never submitted, and the only photo I have left of my brother. Everything else? Well, I can burn it. I don't care. I'm done pretending this place was ever a home.

I snap the suitcase shut and drag it to the door when I hear it. Not a knock. Not even a creak. It's just silence-so fucking sharp it pricks the hairs on the back of my neck.

And then, the sound of the wind shifts.

My head snaps toward the balcony.

Something-or someone is standing there.

Fuck.

'You're so dead.' Eris murmurs before she shuts me out. Stupid wolf.

I don't think. I drop the bag and reach for the knife I tucked between my boots. The figure steps through the sheer curtain, slow, like it has all the time in the world. And when I see its eyes, glowing faint gold, slit like a goddamn snake, I know it's not human. Not even close.

"You're her," the voice rasps. A delighted grin on his rough face.

I don't answer.

He already knows who I am. Someone must have sent him.

The King's weakness.

Before I knew it, he lunges.

I duck, instinct kicking in before fear can freeze me. My shoulder smashes into the

coffee table and it fucking hurts, but I've had worse. He's on me in seconds, claws out, slicing through air as though he wants to shred my face off. I roll beneath him, boot kicking into his knee hard/enough to make bone crack.

"Little bitch," he snarls.

I grin. "Takes one to know one."

He

goes for my throat. I jab the knife forward-he catches my wrist. Shit. His strength

grip burning, bones grinding. My

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And then-

fuck off her!" A loud voice shouts and I turn as the front door explodes.

in like a pissed-off bull with a gun in hand, looking like he's

into.the wall. My spine bounces off the plaster

Liam shoots.

The guy doesn't

wanna

bullets you have. "Don't waste your

assassin growls, eyes flicking to Liam.

Shit.

to

throws me off like I weigh nothing. I crash onto the floor, but the distraction works. Liam moves in to tackle him, yelling something I can't hear because the

"LIAM, GET OUT!"

both. It's enough to separate them-barely. The assassin snarls, lips pulled back over teeth

time, I'll present you rhead to the King and maybe get

Gone.

Just like that.

rains down. Rain pours in. My chest is heaving like I've run a fucking marathon, and I probably look like I've just

blood on my lip. The busted

just

with the back of my

the King's weakness," I say. "And now everyone else probably

blinks. "The King's weakness? What? Just because

like-ugh, let's just forget everything

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"Then are you... are

for the dramatic entrance. Very action hero. Ten out

"You're welcome. Remind me

snort. "You think I pay rent

his mouth like he's about to

Smart man.

I shove it back in my boot anyway. Liam's still staring at me like I'm some

I probably am.

But I'm alive.

Barely.

And for now-that's enough.

***

I don't look back.

and overpriced perfume that's too good to be real. The air feels sharp enough to slice