Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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.

Enter title…

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

Maybe even humans, for all we know.”

a sideways glance.

market for everything. Either way, let’s stick close to the walls,

way down, keep

we need

get caught, we can hide

waterfall cascades in front of us, a constant, deafening roar that seems

risking everything, tiptoeing around guards and surveillance cameras

even know where

nods. “Let’s get

ravine. There’s a clear path with steps built into the side

upside of it all. As we go, we keep low, hiding behind vines when guards turn our way and

our eyes peeled for the

anything. As we get closer and closer to the waterfall, it becomes

even are any, are hidden away somewhere—likely in

either need to turn back and go home once and for all or

me, and I’m not sure which

of the water rushes through my

everything else.

crouched in the shadows

emanating over the rushing water freezes us both. I peer through the

away but getting closer. My heart pounds in my ears.

there’s barely anywhere for us