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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mine, widening for a moment

You look like you’ve seen a

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

city. “We need to find those truffles. The

happening,” he interrupts, his voice taking on a stern tone. “That

I’m certainly not

I got an email

placing his knife down on

so hard I think it might pound right

They’re picking the truffle dish for

recipe, I’m screwed.”

face, as if trying to decipher whether I’m lying or not before

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

dangerous people. They have

lost in memories from

that? I know the risks, but

counter, his eyes shadowed. “You might know,

caught. I had to jump into water just to escape. Whatever they’re hiding there,