Seven years ago, on the underground racing forums, every rookie driver had studied the videos of that mysterious female driver.
She never showed her face, never took a trophy. She only left behind a name.
Clara.
Chloe's voice came through the phone. "Marcus, who's Clara?"
Marcus didn't answer her.
On the day of the test run, Marcus stood at the entrance to the pit lane, his face was stone-cold.
Chloe stood beside him.
She was wearing her team uniform, her hair pulled into a high ponytail. When she saw my car, the smile on her face almost slipped. "Ava, you really came."
I set my helmet on the roof of the car. "You saw me, didn't you?"
Marcus stared at the number decal behind me. "You're Clara?"
"Got a problem with that?" I shot back.
"You've been lying to me for seven years?" he
