Babysitting The Amnesiac Lycan King

CHAPTER 124

"Don't move, don't breathe, don't get found."

I count each footstep as though they're fucking grenades.

One. Two. Three.

Jacob's boots drag against the hardwood, slow like he knows someone's holding their breath inside this goddamn cabinet. And that someone's me.

My knees are cramping. My spine's pressed so hard against the back wall, I swear I'm becoming furniture. I try not to think about how loud my heartbeat is, or how much I have to pee. I hate hiding. I'm not built for it. I'm not a fucking shadow. I'm flesh and blood and dumb-ass mistakes wearing overpriced Italian boots.

The knob of the cabinet twitches.

Fuck. This is it. This is how I die. Hunted down in a Milan conference room like a rat in a desk drawer. What a legacy.

But then-

"Excuse me,” Seraphina's voice cuts through the air, sharp and sugary. Like a knife dipped in honey. "I think the woman you' re looking for was just spotted on the ground floor."

Her heels click into the room like she owns it-and yeah, technically, she kind of does now. Secretary to the CEO. Sleek, silver badge. Designer pencil skirt. Smile like she could sell your soul and you'd say thank you.

Jacob stops. I can feel it-like the whole goddamn cabinet sighs with me.

"And you are?" he asks.

"Seraphina Grimaldi," she replies without missing a beat, bowing just enough to pass for polite but not submissive. "I believe the CEO mentioned that your... high status deserves nothing less than exceptional conduct."

Bitch is a chameleon. A power-dressed savior with good lighting.

him squinting at her, probably running mental diagnostics. She's

ground

the café," she says smoothly. "Blonde, I think. Wearing

So does the rest of the search team,

I count to thirty, just to be

the inside of

glossed lips curling into a glare.

wincing. "You try peeing when an

about to sniff your soul out

Do you know how many

saved my ass. I owe you gelato and

you do." She smooths her skirt and glances at her

like she's walking into war. I trail behind like a half-dead soldier dragging a baby-sized secret inside me.

the kind of wink that says this one's under my protection, so don't fuck it up. The HR lady straightens her back and clears her throat like she's

folding her hands. "Please, take

sit. The cushion's hard. The air's cold. There's a

says, tapping her keyboard. "It says here you're

together in New York. He offered me this opportunity

background before

heartbeat thuds a little louder. "Freelance

werewolf rights, pack reforms, some corporate

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don't

narrows her eyes a little but nods. "What's your stance on neutrality in

your facts

have a title. I write the truth. If that makes people uncomfortable, maybe they should stop doing fucked

the screen. Then at Seraphina's