Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 352

I feel a bit more relaxed now after that stranger’s kind words; even though I don’t even know his name, he managed to uplift me. And that means a lot.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I slip it out and quirk an eyebrow when I see it’s a call from Karl. I haven’t heard from him since he left, and in my drunken state of mind, the thought of hearing his voice makes me smile.

“Hey,” I answer, my speech a little slurred. “Miss me?”

It’s late, and I half expect him to be making a midnight booty call, but the voice that comes through the phone tells a different story.

“Abby,” he says, sounding exasperated, “We need to talk. Now.”

My heart skips a beat. I stop in my tracks, confused. “Is everything okay?”

He lets out a sigh, and I can just picture him running a hand through his hair. “I just got word from the police. They want to question Gianna. Because of you.”

I feel a lump forming in my throat. I guess I should have suspected this, but it still took me by surprise. “Already, huh?” I ask, starting to walk again.

“So you did turn her in?” he asks.

“Well, ‘turn her in’ is a bit of an overstatement,” I point out as I fumble in my pocket for my keys. “But, Karl, I found out that my CCTV footage on the night of the Alpha party was tampered with, so I took it to the police. When they asked if I had any enemies, I could only think of two names.”

He sighs again. “Let me guess: Gianna and Daniel.”

“Yup,” I say with a nod. I approach my apartment and jog up the steps. In my drunkenness, I drop my keys and giggle a bit at my clumsiness, then stoop to pick them up. Getting a bit dizzy, I wind up sitting on the step, taking a deep breath.

Karl, somehow drawing this conclusion without even seeing me, says, “Abby, are you drunk?”

“Just stay there,” Karl says, and it’s now that I can really hear the exhaustion in his voice. “Focus on yourself. I’ll be fine.”

There’s a silence as I try to wrap my head around what he’s just told me. Off in the distance, I can hear the sound of sirens. The sound of it oddly mirrors how I feel on the inside.

“When will I see you next?”

The words tumble out of my mouth before I can stop them. My cheeks instantly flush red, but it doesn’t matter.

He pauses for a long time. And then, with a sigh, the words he says next make my heart sink.

“I don’t know, Abby. Maybe not for a long time.”