Chapter 60
The afternoon sun rested softly on the front of the spa, casting a warm golden glaze over its pale stone walls and glass doors etched with a delicate silver logo. Potted palms flanked the entrance, their leaves swaying gently in the slow, honeyed breeze.
Through the faintly tinted windows came the soft blend of lavender, honey, and lemongrass—a quiet promise of calm that lingered, even as the city beyond moved lazily, caught in the rhythm of its own hum.
Sebastian stood at the corner of the building, leaning against the shade thrown by the long stretch of zinc roofing. His phone was plastered to his ear.
"So what are you doing now?" The voice on the other end sounded robotic, probably a manager or coach.
