#Chapter 9 - Bittersweet Taste

Third Person POV Adrian’s mind moves back to the hacker, Tracer, that he spoke with earlier in the day. Just like the mafia princess, she reminded him so much of Stella with the way her messages looked. His mind runs at a mile a minute, unable to quiet or calm down like he am usually able to. He pulls away from Clara and pinches the bridge of his nose. Images of Stella’s face attack his mind, leaving him no relief. Adrian sees her in the mafia princess. He imagines her sitting behind a computer as Tracer. He remembers her in the hospital gown she wore just a few days ago, her hazel eyes swollen and red from crying. “I met a hacker today who spoke just like Stella, and now the mafia princess has her eyes,” Adrian glances down at Clara. “There is no way in hell that they are all connected.” A small scoff leaves Clara’s mouth, a tinge of a smile spreading across her lips before it disappears. “Stella? She’s far too timid for that kind of role. She doesn’t have the aura of a re