Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Chapter 105
Abby

The night weighs heavy on me, each mile that separates Karl and me adding to the burden I didn’t

think I’d ever have to bear again. I spend the rest of the night tossing and turning in bed, trying to bury

the memories of our argument and the sting of his words. It’s infuriating that he would have the

audacity to be mad about my accomplishment.

He should be thrilled for me.

Shouldn’t he?

…

I wake up the next day with dark clouds lingering in my head, mirroring the ones outside my window. I

head straight to the kitchen to work it all off. When emotions get messy, the kitchen has always been

my sanctuary. But today, even my sanctuary seems to be turning against me.

The day passes by in a blur. Before I know it, the restaurant is empty, the day having been a whirlwind

of rushes and demanding customers. Finally, I find myself alone amidst a storm of spices, ingredients,

least now, in the

attempted this delicate souffle

I snap, tossing my whisk into the sink with an unwarranted

as I grip the edge, my knuckles going

to

it seems as though that bad luck is still getting

and I feel so s tupidly vulnerable

of frustration are dangerously close, and I hate

hectic dinner rush, a dysfunctional kitchen, a competition.

it? It’s too much.

queen, Abby,” I chastise myself aloud, rolling my eyes

I hear it—a soft clearing of a throat. My body stiffens; that sound

into my senses more times

of the

even when they’re trying to make themselves smaller.

things toward him whether

gravity feels like

as our eyes lock. There’s a

hangs heavy in the air

Thought you might be here,” he finally says, taking a hesitant

the kitchen.

are you doing here, Karl?” I ask, my voice

taking on a defensive stance I wish I