Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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I look at Karl, his face pale but determined. “This is it,” he says softly.

“Okay, so where do we even start looking for the truffles?” I ask, my eyes darting from rock to bush to the

roots of trees. “Inside the building, right?”

Karl shrugs, almost embarrassed. “Adam only told me it’s somewhere near the waterfall. That’s as specific

as he got.”

“Great,” I mutter. “A treasure hunt to top it all off. What fun.”

We watch the building for a little while, and the whole time, I find myself fascinated by the security

measures.

“What could they be hiding?” I murmur, watching a couple of guards walk across a rope bridge that

crosses the massive ravine.

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Karl shrugs. “They’re poachers, Abby. Could be anything from fancy truffles to endangered animals.

Maybe even humans, for all we know.”

shoot Karl a sideways

nods. “You never know. There’s a market for everything. Either way, let’s stick close to the walls,

We can work our way down, keep an eye out for the truffles, maybe

we need

caught, we can hide behind the vines,”

front of us, a constant, deafening roar that seems to amplify

everything, tiptoeing around guards and

and we don’t even

nods. “Let’s get

way down the ravine. There’s a

we go, we keep low, hiding

our eyes peeled

closer to the waterfall, it becomes clearer to me that

hidden away somewhere—likely

home once and for all or risk

me, and I’m not sure which

of the water rushes through my ears, nearly

everything else.

shadows searching for truffles, the

water freezes us both. I peer through the

My heart pounds in my ears. There’s

there’s barely anywhere for

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