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.

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

on the ground floor?"

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

rest of the search team, their shoes

count to

and light floods the inside of the cabinet like

glossed lips curling into a

my knees, wincing. "You try peeing when

sniff your soul out through a conference

many NDAs I'm going to have to sign if you

I owe you gelato and a

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

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

Sinclair?" she says, folding her hands.

on my skirt and sit. The cushion's hard. The air's cold. There's a poster on the wall that says Be

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

York.

your background

a little louder.

werewolf rights, pack reforms, some corporate corruption. My last article went

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true. Just... don't Google

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

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

someone who's exploiting Omegas just because they have a title. I write the truth. If that makes people

Then at the screen. Then at Seraphina's