CH 24: A SILENT SAVIOR

Chapter 25: Unveiling Shadows

Eleanor Steele's POV

The warm aroma of lavender oil filled the air as the masseuse's hands glided over my shoulders. Paris was divine—exactly the escape I needed. Here, no one dared to question me or demand anything. Life was about indulgence, and I was reveling in every second of it.

The faint buzz of my phone interrupted my bliss. I ignored it. Whoever it was could wait. But then it buzzed again, louder this time, vibrating insistently against the marble table.

I sighed heavily, waving the masseuse away as I grabbed the phone. "What?" I snapped, irritated that someone dared disturb me.

"Cassandra fainted," Damien's voice came through, sharp and filled with an edge of panic he tried to hide.

I rolled my eyes. "So?"

"Now Amelia has collapsed too," he continued, his voice hardening. "I don't know what's going on, Eleanor."