Chapter 88 Luna Turned Spy

• Abby
• I stand by the long table, the air thick with the scent of gourmet hors d'oeuvres and sparkling wine. Idly, I pick up a tiny pastry, turning it this way and that before setting it back on the plate.
• As if to steel my nerves and try not to think about what Karl is saying to Gianna in the other room, I’m arranging the treats into some semblance of symmetry when a familiar voice that I haven’t heard in years suddenly pulls me away from my thoughts.