Chasing His Kickass Luna Back novel Chapter 406

Abby

The first thing I feel when I start to wake up is the throbbing pain in my head, followed by a profound sense of nausea.

It’s as if I can feel the world making its rotations at that moment, the earth turning rightside up and upside down and repeating the process over and over again, and I’m just an unwilling participant in the vertigo of it all.

My eyes flutter open, and for a moment, all I see is darkness. Panic grips me as I try to make sense of my surroundings. My thoughts feel fuzzy, but then I start to remember.

The snow. The men in the truck. The cabin in the middle of nowhere. The fear, the struggle, and then the pain in my head.

And then it hits me—I’m not alone, and I’m in a moving vehicle again. Fear courses through me, and I sit up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest. I can feel the car’s movement, the road beneath us, and my mind races, convinced that I’m still with those men.

Up ahead, there’s a man in the driver’s seat.

A scream escapes my lips before I have the chance to stop myself, and my first instinct is to try to open the door, which isn’t locked this time like it was before. The door swings open, and I’m hit with a burst of cold and snow. I sit up abruptly and start to unbuckle my seatbelt, prepared to leap out.

“Wait!” a voice says, frantic and worried.

“Let me out!” I shriek, my fingers clumsy from the cold and the ache in my head as I attempt to free myself from my seatbelt.

“Abby! Abby, calm down! It’s me!”

I furrow my brow. That voice… That voice is familiar, but in my fuzzy state right now, I’m still too dazed and confused to understand what’s going on.

But before I can react further or gather my bearings, the car screeches to a halt, and my terrified gaze locks onto the driver, who has just turned around to face me. My breath catches as his face comes into focus in the dim light of the car, and recognition slowly washes over me.

It’s Karl.

“K-Karl…?” I breathe, my heart still pounding in my chest. I can’t fully tell if I’m still unconscious, if I’m imagining this or not. Hell, maybe I’m even dead.

But then I remember: the flash of red fur when the door burst open, just before everything went black. So it was Karl after all. He came for me.

“Abby, it’s me,” he says, his voice gentle and reassuring. “I’m here. You’re safe.”

Tears blur my vision as I scramble to unbuckle my seatbelt, and so does Karl. We both leap out of the car and into the snowy road, and without hesitation, I throw myself sobbing into his arms. The hug is tight and desperate, as if we both need the reassurance that I’m safe now.

“Karl, I thought... I thought they had me,” I stammer, my voice trembling as the memories of what happened in that cabin replay over and over again in my frantic mind. “I thought I was a goner.”

His arms remain securely around me as he whispers into my ear. “But I found you, Abby,” he says gently. “I’m here now, and you’re safe.”

I lean my head against his shoulder, feeling a mix of relief and exhaustion wash over me. He came just in time, and I can’t help but feel grateful for his unwavering determination to find me in this snow storm.

But then I feel it. The nausea hits again in a sickening wave, and the world seems to tilt beneath my feet in a blur of pain and misery. My head throbs, and before I can stop myself, I’m turning away and…