Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 390

Since they had decided to leave, Evangeline and Finn spent the entire day scouting for a path and assessing the uncertain surroundings, in addition to their usual survival tasks. By nightfall, they were exhausted.

Finn, still recovering from his illness, couldn’t fight off his fatigue and fell into a deep sleep.

Neither of them noticed Soren approaching.

Dragging his heavy body, Soren sat down on the other side of Evangeline, his mind initially filled with certain intentions. She was his ex-wife, but they had a history. In the past, he had never needed her consent for intimacy.

He reached out, intending to gently cup her face.

But perhaps sensing something in her sleep, Evangeline turned her head slightly, moving it toward Finn. They had been sleeping close together, their heads resting against the wall. With that small movement, Evangeline’s head came to rest on Finn’s shoulder.

As if sensing her presence, Finn’s head also tilted slightly toward hers.

They looked as if they were nestled together.

It was a simple, unconscious gesture, and neither of them likely woke up. But for Soren, it was like being slapped across the face. He froze, stunned.

He wanted to be angry, to erupt, but his throat felt constricted, and he couldn't say a word.

He noticed the small cuts and scrapes on Evangeline’s face and neck. During dinner, she had come close to him many times, but he hadn't seen them. Now he did.

And it was only then, with a sickening delay, that he realized he had almost gotten her killed.

The fact that Evangeline was alive and well didn't erase what had happened. Not long ago, she had been kidnapped because of him, then nearly plunged off a cliff to her death because of him.

She probably hated him now.

The impulse from moments before was extinguished, replaced by a wave of guilt.

Soren pressed his lips together, his eyes dropping to the gently dancing flames. He stood up, glanced back at Evangeline one last time. She was shivering, her arms wrapped tightly around herself as she curled into a ball.

After a moment's thought, Soren took off his jacket, draped it over her, and returned to his spot.

The night felt exceptionally long. He used to feel there was never enough time, but this was one of the few instances he could remember where time dragged on so painfully.

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