Oliver jolted awake, sensing something was off. In a flash, he grabbed Josefina's wrist, rolling off the bed and planting his feet firmly on the floor. He twisted her hands behind her back, pinning her down on the mattress, their bodies locked in an awkward but intimate position. Josefina winced under his grip.

With a voice dripping with menace, Oliver demanded, "Who sent you?"

Josefina frowned, her irritation clear, and replied in her own unaltered voice, "Oliver sent me."

Oliver? That voice was so familiar. Could it really be Josefina?

The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning. He quickly let go, helping her up

from the bed. But the face staring back at him was Rosaline's?

He shoved her away, needing distance. Why was Rosaline imitating Josie? Was it to get his attention?

The thought made his tone shift, now cold and suspicious. "What are you doing here?" he demanded icily.

know his name? Who had

stance, a dagger suddenly appearing in his hand. The moonlight streaming through the window made the blade glint

hidden her features, then flicked on the bedside lamp. The light was dim, but enough for Oliver to see her

Could this really be the woman he'd

voice a mix of shock and

his bed, scrutinizing him from


Not just your face, but even your build -impressive," she

crouched beside her, peeling off his own mask, his eyes

you're Rosaline? You're

Oliver grabbed Josefina's hands,

wrists are killing me," she complained,

her wrists, blowing

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