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.”

casting a glance in my direction as if to

way

go, feeling a strange knot tighten in

something—something that unsettles me.

with what sounds like outright disgust. “G ods, I

blunt honesty, I turn back to the counter. “Let’s not focus on

and it has

the record, you’ve got no reason to

place, especially not

I insist, although her words make me feel unexpectedly

no interest in

better, but she

the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

hands reach for the ingredients, eager to transform them into something

…

is a lively mixture of scents and spices as I work with meticulous

me the Herbes de

“Sure thing, Abby.”

few years ago, when I was still the Luna,

my lips. Tonight is a reminder

interrupted when another servant

taking my eyes off the salmon filet sizzling

I’m about to declare it perfect, I realize that the crust isn’t quite

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

the renowned chef, the one

my breath, reaching for a fresh piece of

voices filtering from the

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

As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna

housemaid.”

recognize that voice: Gianna. I can see the back of her

kitchen door. Heat surges up my neck and into

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

wardrobe upstairs still

of silk and sequins. A cun

please watch the stove? Take the salmon off in five minutes and let Karl know

dinner is ready.”

starts, but I’m already ripping off my

back steps two at

gowns greets me as I slide open the wardrobe