Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 361

But if the knot on Evangeline was a slipknot, why was the one on Poppy a dead knot?

As the thought crossed his mind, Soren was overcome with such a violent wave of distress that he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Soren!"

"Mr. Fawkes!"

Gregory didn't have time to think. He immediately called for an ambulance and had the bodyguards help a shaky Poppy get Soren to the hospital.

With Poppy accompanying Soren, Gregory stayed behind to coordinate with the rescue team and the police, trying to figure out a way to search for Evangeline and Finn at the bottom of the cliff.

The scene devolved into chaos.

And in the confusion, no one noticed a lone figure quietly slipping away in the distance, quickly turning to disappear.

…

By the sea, the salty, damp wind whipped through the air.

Glenn Carlisle stood in a black trench coat that flapped wildly in the gale. Behind him, Victor Lockridge and his large retinue of bodyguards followed in a formidable procession.

Suddenly, as if sensing something, Victor stopped and raised a hand. A bodyguard hurried to his side and whispered in his ear. Victor narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping from the horizon where the sea met the sky to the surrounding area.

"Just assume Tessa is already dead," Glenn said, each word deliberate and clear.

Victor's playful smirk vanished, his face turning to stone. "Dead?" He let out a laugh, but it was devoid of humor, laced only with menace. He closed the distance between them in slow, deliberate steps. Before Glenn could react, Victor's fist shot out, burying itself in Glenn's stomach.

Glenn grunted in pain, but before he could recover, Victor grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward until they were face to face. Victor's eyes were bloodshot, burning with a murderous rage. "Tessa is alive!" he hissed, his voice a low, guttural promise. "She can't be dead!"

He spoke with such conviction, as if the sheer force of his will could make it true.

Ignoring the throbbing pain in his gut, Glenn didn't correct him. Instead, he asked, "So she’s alive, but she refuses to see you. She sees you as an obstacle, fears you like a monster. How is that any different from her being dead?"

The words hit their mark. A vein pulsed in Victor’s temple, his crimson eyes churning with fury.