#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
out, his face flushed with
pent-up frustration, the
my pride—it all comes rushing to
That’s it.
shaking with barely contained fury.
realize that she’s gone. Where her
now met
apron down onto the counter. “Cook
air,” I growl, more to myself than anyone else,
through the back door into the alley, my chest heaving. The
I pull out a cigarette and light it, drawing the smoke deep into my lungs as if
gaping void inside
lean against the brick wall, my mind reeling. What the hell am
her. For Abby. Because despite the chaos,
frustration of it all, I want her back
stare up at the sliver
of how confined I feel, boxed in by my
much as I want to break free, to tell John to shove it, to tell Abby that
it galls me to admit it,
things right, to prove that I’m
the cold, unforgiving wall of the alley, still wrestling with the storm of
within, not from my human
shares my consciousness.
it now?” I murmur under my breath, trying to
an a ss, Karl,” my wolf’s voice echoes in my
have to
I know,” I reply silently, a conversation taking place entirely within
this, to prove I can be part of her world. But I
know you do. It’ll just be
ask. “It feels
I’ve been asking myself ever since I walked out of Abby’s
and tolerate John for Abby’s sake. But where does it
sees that I’m trying, really trying, to
see,” my wolf reassures me, as if reading my
that you’re putting her
the doubt creeps in, worming its way into my mind despite my wolf’s reassurance.
past my old mistakes? What if I’m forever labeled
who broke her heart?
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