Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 85: Housemaid
Abby

I’m in the kitchen organizing my thoughts, sketching out a m ental roadmap for tonight’s three-course

extravaganza as I mumble under my breath.

“Sauvignon Blanc with the salmon… Hmm… Maybe I should prepare cappuccinos with the torte for

dessert…”

Just then, the door swings open, and in walks Karl, bags of groceries in hand. Gianna, his ever-present

secretary, trails closely behind him.

My heart does a little dance at the sight of Karl, a knee-jerk reaction I’ve never been able to fully quell.

Even with my wolf being asleep, the presence he creates when he walks into a room always makes her

lurch in my mind, as though she can always sense him in her sleep.

In a way, it’s frustrating. I want to yell at my wolf for leaving me alone and then momentarily

reappearing every time the man who broke my heart walks into the room, but I know it won’t do any

good.

However, something else is on my mind right now. I can’t help but notice how well they seem to get

along, Gianna laughing at something Karl has just said. A pang of jealousy surges through me.

“Hey, Abby. Got everything you asked for,” Karl announces, setting the bags on the countertop.

I shake off the jealousy, reminding myself that Karl and I are just friends now. “Thank you, both of you.

This means a lot to me.”

“It’s nothing,” Karl replies, a softness in his eyes that makes my stomach churn with a mix of nostalgia

and longing. “Need anything else?”

I shake my head. “No. I’m good, thanks.” Then, I turn to Gianna, determined to be cordial. “How are

you doing, Gianna?”

“I’m fine,” she responds tersely, a frosty undertone to her voice. Then, shifting her attention to Karl, she

says, “Could I speak to you privately? We need to sort some things out before the dinner.”

direction as if to

room, Gianna leading the way with

tighten in my

something—something that unsettles me.

snorts with what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods, I can’t

back to the counter. “Let’s not focus on

prepare, and it has to

for the record, you’ve got

your place, especially

not jealous,” I insist, although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl

I have no interest

a look that says she knows better, but she doesn’t push it. Instead, she

salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a

herbs.

ingredients, eager to transform

…

scents and

hand me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

was still the Luna, I

Tonight is a

when another servant walks in.

my eyes off the salmon

I realize that the crust isn’t quite what I wanted. It’s nearly

would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but that’s

chef, the one who always gets it

for a fresh

filtering from

should have seen the look on her face, trying so hard to impress everyone

forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more

housemaid.”

recognize that voice: Gianna. I can see the back of her head, her perfectly curled hair and tight

kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck and into my cheeks.

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

the wardrobe upstairs

collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan starts to

could you please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and let

dinner is ready.”

but I’m already ripping off my apron and dashing out of

two at

gowns greets me as I slide open the wardrobe doors. My fingers hover over