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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for a moment before narrowing

like you’ve seen

brushing a stray strand of hair out of my eyes

need to find

told you, it’s not happening,” he interrupts, his voice

I’m certainly not taking you

don’t understand. I

knife down on the counter. “An

it might pound

They’re picking the truffle dish for the main course. If I don’t nail

recipe, I’m screwed.”

search my face, as if trying to decipher whether I’m lying or not before he finally

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

dangerous people. They have guards,

trails off, lost in memories from last

that? I know the risks, but I

shadowed. “You might know, Abby, but

into water just