Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

#Chapter 89: 2 Truths, 1 Lie
Abby

“Gerald, Abby, would one of you care to explain what’s going on?”

Karl’s voice is somehow exceedingly calm, juxtaposed against the chaotic energy filling the room. I feel

like I’ve just stepped into a scene that I never should have witnessed with my own eyes, like a

complete stranger in a home that I once used to rule.

Gerald wastes no time with his explanation. “I found her in your private office upstairs, sir,” he

announces, as if he’s just solved a great mystery. “She was reading your emails, going through your

personal computer.”

Karl turns toward me, his face covered in a puzzled expression. “Abby? Is this true?”

I nod, feeling embarrassed. “Yes, to an extent. But—”

Suddenly, Gerald butts in before I can finish. “Sir, I’ve always suspected she’s a spy for another pack,

and this just further proves my point.”

My jaw drops open, incredulous. I whirl around to face Gerald, wincing against his iron grip on my arm.

“Really, Gerald? A spy? Are you losing your marbles? What pack would I even be spying for, and

why?”

He sneers, his eyes turning into two narrow slits of suspicion. “I’m not entirely sure, but it’s no secret

I’ve had my eye on you for years. Your behavior has always been…off. Perhaps you even plotted with

that gardener—what was his name? The one who has conveniently run away—to create this ‘cheating’

fiasco as a distraction.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. It feels like I’ve just stepped into some sort of parallel universe, one

where wild accusations are flung around like confetti.

“Gerald, you’re completely delusional,” I fire back, my voice shaking with a mixture of anger and

disbelief. “I’ve never done any such thing. You’re so busy playing detective that you’re seeing

conspiracies where there are none!”

Gerald scoffs. “Ha! As if I don’t—”

walls of the study, drowning

accusations. The room falls silent, like a courtroom awaiting a

behind Karl, a knowing

I can do is think back to the moment I witnessed between her and Gerald earlier;

of Karl? I always knew that Gianna hated

new low, even for

a brief

tell. Then he turns his attention to

icy as his stare. He

icy. It’s clear that he’s not entirely

locked onto Karl’s. The atmosphere is so thick with

with a knife. Gerald’s grip is like iron on my arm,

“I just thought you left your laptop on. I

turn

suspicion—more in contemplation, as if he’s piecing together

emails?”

caught my eye,” I mutter, swallowing hard. “I was curious, yes, but I wasn’t trying

steal anything.”

expression unreadable. After a moment, he

Gerald. I believe

asks, sounding

said, let her go.” Karl’s voice is low, stern, and oddly terrifying. It’s moments like this that

he’s

loosens his grip, a look of disbelief contorting his face. But before he can

whole scene unfold like

curling into a contemptuous smile. “So

but liars and thieves back into

room goes silent. A rush of blood fills my ears. I can’t believe she

flashing with something that looks a lot like betrayal. “Both

Now.”

shoulder, glaring at me one

angrily against the hardwood floor. Gerald follows, throwing me a disdainful glance

he leaves.

my

I refuse

murmur, wiping away a stray

way to the door, but Karl’s voice

around. I can’t turn around. I’m too scared to see the expression

if he thinks I’m guilty too? What if there’s still a

on his lips?

stairs and

dinner guests.

…