Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

The morning sun is barely peeking over the h orizon, casting a soft glow on the deserted streets as I race

toward the restaurant.

Despite my exhaustion, I couldn’t sleep, and am currently running off of several cups of coffee. My mind

races, replaying last night’s accidental revelation like a broken record.

I need to find Karl. Now. And even though it’s early, something tells me that he’s already in the kitchen.

I burst into the restaurant, my eyes scanning the empty tables, the bar, and finally landing on the kitchen

door, where a dim light is shining through the small window. Pushing it open, I find Karl, knife in hand,

chopping vegetables with a newfound kind of precision brought about by his apprenticeship under John.

“Karl, we need to talk. Now.”

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up, his eyes meeting mine, widening for a moment before narrowing with

like you’ve seen

simple,” I mutter, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my eyes from my mad

the city. “We need to find those truffles. The

he interrupts, his voice taking on a

I’m

you don’t understand. I got

down on the counter. “An

hard I think it might pound right out of my chest. “From the cook-off judges.

see it, but I did. They’re picking the truffle dish for the main course. If

recipe, I’m screwed.”

to decipher whether I’m lying or not before

nose. “Abby, as much as I want to help you, I can’t. That place is the

dangerous people. They have guards,

memories from

think I don’t know that? I know the risks, but I

eyes shadowed. “You might know, Abby, but you don’t understand.

caught. I had to jump into water just to escape.