That night was peaceful for Stella.
After Evan left, he did not call her.
Neither did Felix or Aaron.
At the villa halfway up the mountain, Stella sat silently in the study, staring out at the hazy night beyond the windows.
No one knew what she was thinking.
Remi placed a plate of freshly cooked pasta in front of her.
“Want some?”
Despite her slender build, Remi had a habit of eating late-night snacks.
Stella did not.
She had never been one to eat this late.
She did not touch the plate.
“Worried about Evan?” Remi asked.
That finally got a reaction from her.
Stella turned to look at her.
“Are all of Evan’s people this shameless?”
“No. You should say we have no shame at all.”
Stella fell silent.
At least she was self-aware.
Remi continued eating her own pasta as she glanced at Stella.
“You’re really not having any? You’ve barely eaten all day. Aren’t you hungry?”
Stella had eaten almost nothing since arriving.
And after Evan left, she had not touched any food at all.
“I’m not hungry.”
“When someone loses their appetite, it’s usually because they’re worried about someone.”
Stella genuinely wanted to sew her mouth shut.
Still, the pasta smelled surprisingly good.
They looked plain and almost flavorless, but whatever seasoning Remi had used gave them a rich, distinctive aroma.
“Evan suddenly announced that he was responsible for Summer’s death,” Remi said. “General Litt is already here in the Black Sea. That announcement puts us at a serious disadvantage tonight.”
Stella looked at her.
“What do you mean?”
Stella felt as though the air had been squeezed from her lungs.
“You’re saying someone wants me dead because Summer died?”
And that person was not Felix or Aaron.
Remi nodded.
“General Litt.”
“What was Summer’s connection to him?”
They should have had nothing to do with each other.
Given Summer’s personality, if she had truly been connected to someone that powerful, she would have revealed it back in Harbor City.
There was no way she would have allowed Stella to make her suffer without playing such a powerful card.
At that thought, suspicion entered Stella’s eyes as she looked at Remi.
Remi shrugged.
“That’s the part no one understands. Evan is trying to figure out what connection Summer had to Litt too.
“So Mr. Hernandez and your brother never told you any of this?
“Then again, I suppose that isn’t surprising. They don’t know the exact reason either.”

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