Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

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A sudden jolt of fear seizes me as I lock eyes with the man at the far end of the alley.

“You there!” he repeats, taking another step closer. “What are you—”

“Um… Karl? John?” I call out, mainly out of instinct. If there’s one thing that living in the city over the past

few years has taught me, it’s not to trust strange men, especially not in the middle of the night.

“Wait, I—”

The back door slams open before the man can finish, spilling yellow light from the kitchen out into the

alley. John and Karl burst outside, alarmed by the commotion.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” John asks, his eyes widening as he spots the stranger.

Enter title…

Karl, not waiting for an answer, storms toward the man, his face twisted in anger. “Hey, what do you think

you’re doing here, bothering a woman in the middle of the night?” he growls, grabbing the man by his

pulling him away from

but he does point a trembling finger at the bowl in

throw all

glance down at the bowl in my hands, feeling my stomach sink just a little bit. He’s just

what looks like perfectly good food. My heart’s still pounding

something inside

look at Karl, who is still clutching the man’s tattered jacket and

“Karl, wait!”

looking at me questioningly. There’s an incredulous look in his

choose to ignore it and instead turn to the homeless man, holding the

what you wanted?” I

he says, sounding more than a little

to frighten you,

a sigh, I exchange glances with John and Karl. John’s face

anger and worry.

glancing down at the bowl again.

to eat

miss,” he says, his voice hoarse from thirst, and it’s then that I notice that he’s got a

“I have eaten far worse. I’m

something there—an unspoken understanding,

a mix of empathy and shame. I look at Karl