Miss Josefina: Nobody's Princess

Oliver and Asher witnessed the scene, with Asher's jaw practically hitting the deck at the sight of the mask, while Oliver's expression was more contained, almost as if he had anticipated this turn of events.

Josefina quickly clutched her face, panic-stricken as she dashed into the cabin. That was close. Nearly blew her cover.

Confronted with the masked man, Josefina couldn't shake the feeling of being too flustered, uncertain about the source of her emotions.

Meanwhile, on deck.

Asher couldn't help but express his admiration for Oliver. "Sir, you've really got the eagle eye. Sharp as a tack, master strategist."

"Cut the flattery," Oliver said, his gaze sweeping over the endless sea.

"Tomorrow I'm leaving Demon's Isle," he continued. "You stay and take care of things here. You and Harry stay. I'll go alone."

"No way. We need to ensure your safety. How can you leave alone? Tell you what, let Harry stay, and I'll go with you?"

Asher pressed on, "The road back won't be safe, and with your identity being so crucial, you definitely need someone to go back with you."

Oliver gave Asher a sidelong glance, his eyes fierce. "You don't want to stay here?"

out, Asher was the picture of awkwardness. "I'd love to stay, but even more, I want to

"Stay," Oliver said simply.

Asher was inwardly moaning.

...

reached shore yet, still cruising along when Oliver, standing outside, spotted a figure on the coast of Rose Bay Island, standing as stoic

Oliver's brow furrowed involuntarily.

the sharp-tongued Grant. This mat really seemed to

it too and clicked his tongue. "Mr. Oliver, I think this Grant's got an agenda. All this brother-sister talk, bet he's

think so?"

at Rosaline, it's anything but brotherly.

like... like the way you look at Ms. Josefina, Mr.

out of earshot of

more animated as he talked. "So, Grant's got a torch for

Grant, Oliver could see the longing in his

her mask fixed back to perfection, leaving no trace

eyes lit

trees at the