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.

his stance. I imagine him squinting at her, probably running mental diagnostics. She's lying. She

ground floor?" he

she says smoothly.

the rest of the search team, their

I count to thirty, just

and light floods the inside of

perfectly glossed lips curling into a

out, rubbing my knees, wincing.

to sniff your soul out through a conference room

you know how many NDAs I'm going to have to sign

ass. I owe you gelato and

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

Human Resources is brisk. Seraphina leads like she's walking into war. I trail behind like a half-dead soldier dragging a baby-sized secret inside me. And yeah. That

and does this subtle, smug wink at the woman behind the desk. It's the kind of wink that says this one's under my protection, so don't fuck it up. The

her hands. "Please, take a

are sweating. I wipe them on my skirt and sit. The cushion's hard. The air's cold. There's a poster on the wall that says

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

in New York. He offered me this opportunity after

background before

My heartbeat thuds a little louder. "Freelance

reforms, some corporate corruption. My last article went

CHAPTER 124

Just... don't Google

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

exist. Everything's biased. What matters is if your facts are bulletproof." She

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

looks at me. Then at the screen. Then at Seraphina's wink echoing in her