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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looks up, his eyes meeting mine, widening for

You look like you’ve

it was that simple,” I mutter, brushing a stray strand of hair out of my eyes from

to find those truffles.

voice

and I’m certainly

you don’t understand. I got an email last

pauses, placing his knife down on the counter. “An

might pound right

the truffle dish for the main course.

recipe, I’m screwed.”

face, as if trying to decipher whether I’m

of his nose. “Abby, as much as I want to help you,

dangerous people. They have

from last night that

know that? I know the

“You might know, Abby, but

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