Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 385

He smiled. "Okay. We'll go eat together."

"That place is pretty good. Thirty years from now, we'll go there together, hand in hand," Finn added.

He leaned down and kissed away the lingering tears on her eyelashes.

His warm breath on her eyelids felt ticklish, and she couldn't help but clutch the front of his shirt again.

"Evangeline."

Just as Evangeline was about to say something, Soren's urgent, frantic voice called her name from the nearby cave.

Only then did it dawn on Evangeline that they weren't alone anymore.

Soren was here too.

Not knowing what was wrong and worried something might have happened, they didn't linger and hurried back.

When they entered the cave, they saw Soren had fallen to the ground.

He was struggling, one arm braced against the wall and one hand on the floor, trying to stand up with a pained expression.

As if they were a nuisance, he had even ripped off the branches and vines she had used to splint his broken leg.

He was trying to put weight on it.

Evangeline's heart leaped into her throat.

"Don't move!" she cried, rushing forward as he tried to stand again.

But Finn stopped her, stepping past her to Soren's side and helping him up.

"Get away from me!"

Fueled by a sudden burst of anger, Soren tried to shove Finn away, still determined to get to Evangeline.

Finn, seeming to anticipate the move, didn't budge. "Your leg is broken," he said calmly. "There's no doctor here. If you keep messing with it, it might not set properly, and you'll be crippled for good."

Evangeline nodded, showing she understood.

Up until yesterday, she had still harbored some resentment toward Soren.

She had already divorced him and made way for him, yet she was still getting dragged into his messes.

While it wasn't entirely his fault, she couldn't help but blame him.

After all, if it weren't for him, she would be enjoying a romantic candlelight dinner with Finn in a warm room. If it weren't for him, she wouldn't be living in fear, and Finn wouldn't have gotten sick.

They should have been sleeping in their own bright, soft beds. Not in this damp, dark place, sleeping on hard rock, with no breakfast, no lunch, only wild fruit and hastily cooked mushrooms. And every night, the cold drafts would wake them up…

In short, she had a thousand complaints against Soren.

But now, seeing that Soren had enough of a conscience to come looking for them, and seeing him just as miserable as they were, she found her anger dissipating.

"We might not be able to get back," Evangeline told him honestly. "There's a chance we could die here."