“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Julian said, stepping beside her.“It’s breathtaking.” Evelyn set her glass on a marble ledge. “I never imagined a view like this.”He watched her through narrowed lids. “You weren’t born to this world, were you, Lily?” His tone was gentle, curious rather than accusatory.She swallowed. “I’ve—never had much exposure to places like this. My family—well, I was raised in the suburbs.”He nodded slowly. “Yet here you are, handling yourself well.”“Thank you.” She looked out at the city. “I’ve learned to adapt.”He turned to face her, expression unreadable. “Adaptation is a valuable skill.” He paused, then asked quietly, “You look familiar.”Her heart stuttered. “Familiar?”He ducked his head, studying her face. “Yes. Like someone I owe my life to.”Evelyn froze. The words ricocheted through her mind. Someone he owed his life to? Impossible. She shook her head. “I—I don’t think we’ve met.”His gaze held hers. “Sometimes gratitude takes strange forms.”She managed a he
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