Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 256

If Evangeline and Finn were just here for a one-night stand, why book a suite? A sudden, chilling thought struck him. Was this a setup? Was she deliberately bringing another man to a hotel to make Soren jealous?

Was he being played for a fool?

His anger had clouded his judgment, but now, as he calmed down, he realized that telling Soren about this would be a catastrophic mistake. First, even if it wasn't a ploy for jealousy, what if Soren actually came here? Knowing his temper, he wouldn't let this go. And this man was a Lockridge. Soren and Finn were already sworn enemies. If Soren hurt Finn, the Lockridges would seize the opportunity to strike. It would be mutually destructive.

And who would benefit from that? The Carlisles. He'd heard she was close with Glenn Carlisle. What if this was some elaborate scheme they had cooked up together?

The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Old Man Carlisle was a cunning fox, and with Glenn back in the family fold, it wasn't a stretch to imagine Evangeline being used as a honey trap. Why else would she just happen to get involved with Finn, of all people?

Liam slowly lowered his phone, a cold sweat breaking out on his back.

Evangeline, oblivious to his internal drama, took the key card from the receptionist and immediately guided Finn toward the elevators.

Once inside the suite, she maneuvered Finn onto the bed and collapsed onto the floor, utterly exhausted. It was hard work, but she was used to it after years of taking care of a sick Soren.

After a few minutes, she caught her breath, then fetched a basin of warm water and a cloth to gently clean Finn's face and hands. With that done, she tied her hair up and took a quick shower.

When she emerged, she saw a new message on her phone. It was from Soren. He hadn't replied to her "no reconciliation" texts. Instead, he'd sent a video.

She pressed play. The camera was shaky, as if the person filming was afraid of being caught. After a few seconds, two tall figures came into focus. Even with the poor quality, Evangeline instantly recognized Finn and Victor. Victor was polishing a dagger, the blade glinting with a cold, menacing light.

Evangeline walked to the bedroom doorway and peered through the crack at Finn, who was still sleeping soundly. In all their time together, she had never once felt any malice from him. If he truly meant her harm, he wouldn't have let himself get this vulnerable in front of her. He wouldn't have been so candid with her earlier today.

She typed back a reply. *I can make my own judgments. You don't need to worry about me.*

She set her phone aside.

Soren saw her message and felt a surge of frustration. *You don't believe me?* He had been her husband for five years. He had just handed her concrete proof, and yet she chose to trust Finn, a man she'd known for a handful of weeks?

Annoyed by her lack of response, he was tempted to call her. But as his finger hovered over the dial button, he stopped.