Chasing His Kickass Luna Back

Chapter 0364

Abby

Karl hangs up with one final request.

“Be ready in a few hours.”

I can’t help but feel a sense of relief at the thought of getting out of here, and at the same time, I can’t

deny that I’m excited to see him.

My heart races as I pack a small bag with enough clothes and essentials for a few days. The events of

last night still weigh heavily on my mind, but knowing that Marcus is on his way to pick me up provides

a glimmer of relief.

But as I zip up my bag, a strange feeling washes over me. It feels as if I’m preparing for a secret

rendezvous, like some kind of celebrity on the run from the paparazzi. The thought makes me chuckle

nervously, and I take a deep breath to calm my racing thoughts.

Before I know it, it’s almost time. I’m all packed, dressed in a low-key outfit, and I’ve made my call to

Officer Martinez to let her know I’m leaving town.

“I’m glad to hear it, Abby,” she says. “Stay safe. I’ll keep you updated.”

As I step into the chilly morning air, I spot the sleek black car waiting for me in the alley, the tinted

windows providing a shield from prying eyes. Marcus is in the driver’s seat, his expression somber.

I can’t help but remember a time when he used to be so chatty with me, especially when I was still

married to Karl. Now, there’s a palpable awkwardness hanging in the air. But can I blame him?

I climb into the car and meet his gaze. “Hey, Marcus,” I say. “Long time no see.”

“Yeah,” he says as he puts the car in drive. “You got everything?”

I nod. I only packed one bag, because I don’t plan on staying for long; and besides, there are still some

things of mine at the house. I realized during my last visit that Karl never cleared them out.

As Marcus shifts the car into gear and pulls out of the alley, neither of us says anything. The silence is

almost suffocating. I can feel Marcus’ discomfort, and it gnaws at me, despite the relief in my stomach

as I watch the news vans fade into the distance. They’re oblivious to my secret escape, or so it seems.

For a long time, we just drive in silence. Eventually, we get onto the highway, and neither of us has said

a word. I’m not sure if I can bear another three hours of this.

In an attempt to break the ice, I reach for the radio and turn it on. The familiar melody of a pop song fills Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

the car, and I can’t resist the urge to sing along. My voice is a bit shaky at first, but as I continue to sing,

I start to feel a sense of liberation.

Marcus, however, remains stoic.

“Come on, Marcus,” I say, flashing him a playful grin. “Don’t be so serious. Join me!”

He hesitates for a moment, his grim expression softening just a bit. And then, to my surprise, he starts

to sing along with me. His voice is surprisingly good, and I can’t help but laugh.

“See, this isn’t so bad, is it?” I say as I dance in my seat, feeling strangely carefree in this moment.

Marcus chuckles, and it’s a genuine, warm sound. “You’re right, Abby. It’s been a while since I’ve let

loose like this.”

The miles pass by, and the cityscape gradually gives way to open roads and countryside. The car ride

is long, but the music and our shared laughter make it feel shorter.

Before I know it, we’re talking about anything and everything: old memories, the changes in the pack,

Marcus’ wife, Elizabeth. I forgot how close we all used to be. It’s bittersweet, now, to experience a

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But for now, at this moment, I’m just content to let the music play and enjoy the company of an old

friend, even if the circumstances that brought us together are far from ordinary.