Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Abby

I’m sitting by myself in the breakroom, my fingers wrapped around a cardboard

cup of coffee from the vending machine. The coffee has already gone cold, but

it’s not like I was drinking it anyway. The taste was too bitter for what I need right

now.

Karl stepped out just a few minutes ago. He said he had to make a call, and I’m

too numb to question it. Right now, I welcome the silence of the breakroom. I

needed it after that little display on the stage.

I can still feel the heat from the stage lights, the biting sting of Logan’s harsh

words. “You should know your ingredients.” His voice replays in my head like a

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voice pulsing alongside the pounding headache I

now.

open, and Bryan strides

distracted nod before he murmurs an apology and exits

doubt seeking privacy for his

enters the breakroom just as Bryan

when he sees me, his eyes lip up

blood boil.

there, Abby,” he says, pouring himself a coffee. No

as I

anything to do with it?” The accusation leaps from my

can weigh the consequences.

against the counter, his eyes

station? Please. I don’t play

the only one who—”

too much of a leap, and I

evidence.

didn’t, you should have known,” he hisses. “A chef

smell, by taste.”