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

unreal, and his grip burning, bones grinding. My fingers go

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And then-

loud voice shouts and I turn as the front door explodes. Literally

bull with a gun in hand, looking

me into.the wall. My spine bounces

Liam shoots.

guy

raw. I wanna scream he absolutely would not be

you have. "Don't waste your

growls, eyes flicking to Liam.

Shit.

to

base of his skull-not deep enough to kill, but enough to make him scream. He throws me off like I weigh nothing. I crash onto the floor, but the distraction works. Liam moves in

"LIAM, GET OUT!"

them both. It's enough to separate them-barely. The assassin snarls, lips pulled back over teeth that are way too long, way too animal. He looks at

and maybe get the crown myself." he hisses, then launches himself

Gone.

Just like that.

a fucking marathon, and I probably look like I've just been

me. At the blood on my lip. The busted wall. The missing

fuck just

with the back of my

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

weakness? What? Just because he's inlove with

like-ugh, let's just forget everything happened,

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are you... are

deadpan. "But thanks for the dramatic entrance. Very

welcome. Remind me to

"You think I pay rent

he's about to argue, then closes

Smart man.

pick up the knife from the floor. My hand's still shaking. I shove it back in my boot anyway. Liam's still staring at

I probably am.

But I'm alive.

Barely.

And for now-that's enough.

***

I don't look back.

like they belong Here. Like I belong here. Italy smells like espresso and rain and exhaustion and overpriced perfume that's too good to be real. The air feels sharp enough to slice skin, but after everything-I welcome the sting. Maybe