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.

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

ground

café," she says smoothly. "Blonde, I

So does the rest of the search team, their shoes

still, I wait. I count to thirty,

and light floods the

mutters, her perfectly glossed lips curling

rubbing my knees, wincing. "You try peeing when an

about to sniff your soul out through

"You're lucky I was here. Do you know how many NDAs I'm going to

ass. I owe

She smooths her skirt and glances at her watch. "Come on. HR's

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

HR office, Ser leans into the glass doorway and does this subtle, smug wink at the woman behind the desk. It's the kind of wink that says this one's under

she says, folding her hands. "Please,

a poster on the wall that says Be The Wolf Of Your Own Pack and I kind of want

tapping her keyboard. "It says here you're referred by

in New York. He offered me this opportunity after reviewing my

your background before

a little louder. "Freelance

pack reforms, some corporate corruption.

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true. Just... don't

narrows her eyes a little but nods. "What's your

is if your facts are bulletproof." She blinks. Like she didn't expect that

a title. I write the truth.

at the screen. Then