Cleopatra let out a breathy scoff, the words slipping from her lips in a hushed murmur caught somewhere between shock and quiet resistance. “What the hell” 

A smile betrayed her then, slow and unwilling, curving across her face as a quiet warmth bloomed in her chest, impossible to ignore. 

“Oh, come on,” Jovita prodded, leaning closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Even today, you’re still refusing to spill the beans about what happened that day?” 

Her tone was light and teasing, yet edged with challenge, as if she were daring Cleopatra to finally surrender her secrets. 

Cleopatra parted her lips to reply but the moment shattered as Joss appeared in...