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.”

course,” Karl says, casting a glance in my direction as if to say ‘I’ll be back

leading the way with a sense of

tighten in my stomach.

something—something that unsettles me.

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

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

it

right, Abby,” she says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason to

place, especially not

insist, although her words make me feel unexpectedly warm.

no interest

look that says she knows better, but she doesn’t

fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety of

herbs.

ingredients, eager to

…

of scents

hand me

“Sure thing, Abby.”

the Luna, I prepared this very meal

Tonight is a reminder that I haven’t lost my

servant walks in.

a few more minutes,” I say, not taking my eyes off the

I’m about to declare it perfect, I realize that the crust isn’t quite what I wanted. It’s nearly

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

the one who

my breath, reaching for a fresh piece of salmon.

filtering from the dining

the look on her face, trying so hard to

we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna has turned into nothing more than a

housemaid.”

that voice: Gianna. I can see the back

Heat surges up my neck and into

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

remember that the wardrobe upstairs still houses my former life—gowns

collection of silk and sequins. A cun ning plan

you please watch the stove? Take the salmon off

dinner is ready.”

off my apron and dashing out of the kitchen

two at a

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