Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 192

Abby

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt,” I say, offering ‘Alex’ a tense smile as I walk up to her and Anton. “I just need to speak with Anton for a moment.”

“Um, sure,” Alex says, scribbling something else on her notepad. “Take your time.”

Throwing her another grin, I snatch Anton by the arm and signal for Karl to follow. I lead them to a secluded corner of the kitchen, away from the prying ears of the mysterious ‘journalist’. My heart pounds in my chest.

“Is everything okay, Abby?” Anton asks, looking a little pale. “I hope I did not say the wrong things—”

“No, Anton, you were great,” I whisper, glancing over my shoulder at Alex, who is staring at the dishwasher and scribbling furiously on her notepad. “It’s the ‘journalist’. She’s a fake.”

“A fake?” Anton asks.

Karl takes out his phone and scrolls through it rapidly. “Hang on. Let me check something real quick.” He takes the slip of paper from my hand where he had scribbled Alex’s number earlier. His eyes dart between his phone screen and the paper for a few moments, his face slowly losing even more of its color.

“Oh, god. This isn’t good.”

“What? What’s not good?” Anton’s eyes are practically saucers now.

Karl looks mortified. “The number I gave you, Abby, isn’t the real Alex’s number. It’s a fake.”

“What? How can that be?” I can feel the tension knotting up in my stomach, making me feel almost sick.

“I’m so stupid. I must have clicked the wrong link,” Karl confesses, showing us his phone screen where a website that looks eerily similar to a locally renowned journalism site is displayed. “I found the number here. It looks like the real site, doesn’t it?”