Sullivan must bed you

"Dahlia has completely lost her mind, Ainsley. You were right—she's utterly infatuated with Sullivan," Roswell remarked, his gaze fixed on the chessboard in front of him. It was his turn to make a move, but his thoughts seemed elsewhere.

"What did she say to you that convinced you I was right?" Ainsley inquired, his eyes following Roswell's hand as he moved his knight across the board.

"She said something no one in their right mind would believe the real Dahlia would ever say. I can't help but wonder if she's not the Dahlia we knew. She looks like her, but I'm starting to think she might be a twin… or a double," Roswell speculated, his brow furrowed.

"There is no twin," Ainsley dismissed the idea sharply.