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.”

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

Gianna leading the way with

watch them go, feeling a strange knot tighten in my stomach. It’s not jealousy, not exactly, but

something—something that unsettles me.

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

turn back to the counter. “Let’s not focus on her, Elsie.

to prepare, and it

says. “Though, for the record, you’ve got no reason to

place, especially not

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

I have no interest in

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

the fresh salmon, vibrant vegetables, and a variety

herbs.

for the ingredients, eager

…

mixture of scents and

you hand me the Herbes

“Sure thing, Abby.”

few years ago, when I was still the Luna, I prepared this very

triumphant smile tugs at my lips. Tonight is a reminder that I

is interrupted when another servant walks in. “The

minutes,” I say, not taking my

that the

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

the renowned chef, the one

reaching for a fresh piece of

from the

seen the look on her face, trying so

skills. As if we’ve forgotten that our ex-Luna

housemaid.”

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

door. Heat surges up my neck and into

housemaid? Really?

That’s it.

the wardrobe

A cun ning plan starts to take

watch the stove? Take the salmon off

dinner is ready.”

I’m already ripping off my apron

two at

of designer gowns greets me as I slide open the