Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 259

"Mr. Fawkes," Gregory hesitated, "the security guard on duty said Miss Yates has been there for over two hours already. They tried to persuade her to leave, but she insisted on finishing her work."

Gregory himself was a little stunned. He'd always thought Mr. Fawkes was the ultimate workaholic, but Miss Yates was on another level. It made him feel like a slacker.

"Alright, I understand," Soren said with a sigh.

After a moment's thought, he called Poppy. She answered almost immediately.

Soren chose his words carefully. "I hear you're at the office."

Poppy let out a weary sigh. "I was hoping you wouldn't find out. Please, don't worry about me. I'll head home as soon as I'm done."

Soren felt a pang of something complicated.

Hearing his silence, Poppy chuckled softly. "Don't feel pressured. I'm just trying to do my job right. This has nothing to do with you. I'm not trying to make a point."

Soren knew she was telling the truth. Poppy had always been incredibly dedicated to her work. But that was exactly why he was worried. It was late, she was alone, and her health had never been robust. What if something happened?

"I should get back to it," she said brightly. "You get some rest. Take care of yourself."

Before Soren could reply, she hung up.

Poppy leaned back in the office chair, a faint smile playing on her lips as she looked at her phone. A few seconds later, a message from Liam popped up.

*Poppy, Soren's on his way to you.*

Her smile widened. She didn't reply immediately, and another message from Liam quickly followed.

*On the rooftop.*

The handwriting was elegant and sharp.

Evangeline followed the note's instruction, taking the stairs up to the roof and pushing open the heavy fire door. A cool morning breeze swept across the rooftop. But when she saw the scene before her, her heart leaped into her throat, and a cold sweat broke out across her skin.

There, perched on the absolute edge of the building, was Finn. He was wearing only a thin shirt, the fabric fluttering in the wind. His silhouette looked fragile against the vast, open sky as he sat with his back to her, his posture unnervingly relaxed.

They were thirty-two stories up. One wrong move, one shift in balance, and he would be gone.

If it had been anyone else, she wouldn't have thought much of it. But this was Finn. And she couldn't stop the image of the pale, thin scar on his wrist from flashing in her mind.