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

and pulling him away

trembling finger at the bowl in my hands.

gonna throw all that away, that’s

my hands, feeling my stomach sink just

like perfectly good food. My heart’s

something inside

is still clutching the man’s tattered jacket and driving

“Karl, wait!”

hesitates, looking at me questioningly. There’s an incredulous look in his eyes, and

instead turn to the homeless

this what you wanted?” I

more than a little desperate. “That’s

to frighten you,

and Karl. John’s face is unreadable, but Karl’s

anger and worry.

down at the bowl again. “Trust me,

to

don’t care, miss,” he says, his voice hoarse from thirst, and it’s

which is rare around here. “I have eaten

eyes lock, and I see something there—an unspoken understanding, a shared human moment.

and shame. I look