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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widening for a moment before narrowing with

like

a stray strand of hair out of my

city. “We need to find

you, it’s not happening,” he interrupts, his voice taking on a

I’m certainly not taking

understand. I got an email last

down on the

heart pounding so hard I think it might pound right out of my chest. “From

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

recipe, I’m screwed.”

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

as I want to help you, I can’t. That place is the headquarters

people. They

voice trails off, lost in memories from last night that I can only

don’t know that? I know the risks, but I also know what’s at stake

eyes shadowed. “You might know,

had to jump into water just to escape. Whatever they’re hiding