#Chapter 62: Too Much To Ask
The door to Abby’s office swings shut behind me, and my mind races as I walk back into the kitchen.
First, she asks me to make nice with Chloe, and now this? Apprenticing under John, of all people? A
guy I can’t even stand to be in the same room with?
“Karl, grab the veal from the fridge. Now.” John’s voice snaps me back to reality, jarring and grating as
ever.
I grab the veal and set it on the counter, taking a moment to steel myself. I’m doing this for Abby, I
remind myself. As if sensing my inner turmoil, Abby glances over at me from across the kitchen.
Our eyes meet for just a second, but it’s enough. I nod subtly. I can do this.
The dinner rush starts, and the kitchen turns into a whirlwind of flying knives and sizzling pans. John
wastes no time in laying into me.
“Come on, Karl, chop those onions faster! We don’t have all day!”
My knuckles whiten around the knife handle, but I force a smile. “Sure, John, whatever you say.”
Dinner service rushes on like a torrential river, and I’m just trying to keep my head above water. Each
critique from John feels like another weight pulling me down, but I keep reminding myself why I’m here,
who I’m here for.
The clock ticks past nine, and the last orders are finally up. John looks at me, a satisfied smirk
spreading across his face. “Not a complete disaster, I suppose.”
My jaw clenches, my fists curl, but I refuse to let the torrent out. Abby’s eyes catch mine again, her
gaze searching. I look away. I can’t let her see how much this is getting to me.
And that’s when it happens. One small, insignificant straw that breaks the proverbial camel’s back.
“Karl, you idiot! These steaks are overcooked! Do you even know what medium-rare looks like?” John
the words out, his face flushed with
snaps. All the pent-up frustration, the hours of
of swallowing my pride—it all comes rushing to the surface like
That’s it.
my apron off, my hands shaking with barely contained fury. I shoot
before, only to realize that she’s gone. Where her beautiful face would have
met
breath, I throw my apron down onto the counter. “Cook
than anyone else, and storm
push through the back door into the alley, my chest heaving. The cold night
cigarette and light it, drawing the
fill the gaping void inside
brick wall, my mind reeling. What the
ap—it’s all for her. For Abby. Because despite the chaos,
I want her back
slowly as I stare up at
how confined I feel, boxed in by
to tell John to
galls me to admit it, I
prove that I’m not
cold, unforgiving wall of the alley,
growl resonates from within, not from my human side,
shares my consciousness.
breath, trying to
in my head, clear as day. “This John guy, he’s
pushing your buttons on purpose. You just have to push
know, I know,” I reply silently, a conversation taking place entirely within the confines
I can be part of her world. But I
It’ll just be
though?” I ask. “It feels
since I walked
my neck out, be the bigger man and tolerate John for Abby’s sake.
really trying, to be the man she
as if reading my thoughts. “She’ll realize
putting her needs above
into my mind despite my wolf’s reassurance. What
if I’m forever labeled the screw-up,
who broke her heart?
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