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.”

Enter title…

meeting mine, widening for a moment before

like you’ve

I mutter, brushing a stray strand

to

you, it’s not happening,” he interrupts, his voice taking on a stern tone. “That place is

I’m

you don’t understand. I got an email last

placing his knife down on

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

picking the truffle dish for the main course. If

recipe, I’m screwed.”

trying to decipher whether I’m lying or not before

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

dangerous people. They have guards,

lost in memories from last night

that? I know the risks, but

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

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