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.”

in my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be back soon.’

way with

knot tighten in my stomach. It’s not jealousy, not exactly,

something—something that unsettles me.

outright disgust. “G ods,

counter. “Let’s not focus on her, Elsie. We’ve got

to prepare, and it

“Though, for the record, you’ve

place,

although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm. “Karl and I are

I have no interest

better,

the groceries, laying out the fresh salmon, vibrant

herbs.

reach for the ingredients, eager to

…

a lively mixture of scents and spices as I work

can you hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

was still the Luna,

lips. Tonight is a reminder that

when another servant walks

say, not taking my

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

quite. It would be easier to just let it slide, to declare it good enough, but that’s not

chef, the

breath, reaching for a fresh piece of

filtering from the dining

on her face, trying so hard to impress everyone with her

we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned

housemaid.”

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

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

clarity, I remember that the wardrobe upstairs

collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan

the salmon off in five minutes

dinner is ready.”

starts, but I’m already ripping off my apron and dashing out of the kitchen

steps two

me as I slide open the wardrobe doors.