Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 377

"Alright, I'll let you go. Poppy's waiting for you."

"She's in a vulnerable state right now. Don't keep her waiting."

Helena said with a gentle laugh before hanging up.

Soren stood frozen.

Just then, Gregory approached. Seeing the look on Soren's face, he asked hesitantly, "Mr. Fawkes, should we...?"

Soren didn't say a word.

He surveyed the mountaintop, lit up as bright as day, bustling with people who seemed completely oblivious to his presence. He finally lifted a hand.

"Let's go back."

Gregory breathed a sigh of relief.

Poppy and Helena had just been pressuring him, worried something might happen to Soren, and had insisted he find a way to get him to leave immediately.

But seeing the anguish on Mr. Fawkes's face, he'd been afraid Soren would impulsively insist on staying, regardless of the consequences.

Thankfully, he hadn't.

But then again, Gregory felt a pang of sadness.

He thought Soren should have stayed.

After all, he and Evangeline had been husband and wife.

But Gregory couldn't advise him to stay either. The Carlisles and the Lockridges had made it clear they weren't welcome, and with them in the way, staying would be pointless.

He was overcome with mixed feelings.

"I'll get the car, Mr. Fawkes," Gregory finally said after a moment's thought.

On the other side of the summit, Glenn watched Soren's retreating figure, entirely unsurprised.

"I can see he's not entirely without feelings for Evangeline," Arabella's voice came from beside him.

Glenn turned to find Arabella had appeared at his side at some point.

She'd changed out of her rescue gear and was now in a light blue tracksuit.

Glenn relayed the situation to her, adding, "It might be even more dangerous over there than it is here."

"I know," Arabella said. "But out here, you're exposed to the wind and rain, getting scraped up and cut."

"If I'm going to die, I'm going to do it looking good."

"Besides, they might still be alive. And if they're trying to get back, that's the only direction they could walk. We might run into them."

With that, Arabella tossed her hair and started to walk away.

"Keep your comms on and stay in touch."

Arabella waved over her shoulder in a gesture of goodbye, then left.

The sky grew overcast, and soon a light drizzle began to fall.

The drops tapped a dull rhythm against the car window.

Soren sat in the back, his eyes closed.

A few minutes later, he was jolted awake.