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The elevator hums softly as it carries them upward, the mirrored walls reflecting the amber lights bathing them both in a quiet glow. Adeline doesn't speak; her fingers trace the seam of her purse, casting surreptitious glances at the man beside her.

Evan looks almost too composed. His dark suit fits perfectly, his posture easy yet deliberate, with the faintest smile on his lips—a smile to indicate he knew more than he revealed, but not in a dangerous way, rather like a person ...