Portia’s POV "He sent... a massage therapist?" I managed to ask again, my voice betraying my utter confusion as I held the towel firmly in place. "His absolute best," Grace confirmed smoothly, holding out the glass of cucumber water toward me. "Master Dante believes that if you are to face the sharks tomorrow, you should do so fully restored. Now, drink some water and let her get to work, Portia." I took the glass from Grace with a quiet, disbelieving breath, taking a slow sip as I looked over at the therapist. The woman stepped forward with a polite, professional smile, extending her hand. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Salvatore. My name is Elena. If you'll please lie face-down on the table whenever you're ready, we will begin with a deep-tissue release to unwind the tension in your shoulders." I hesitated for only a second before moving toward the plush table. I sli
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