Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 258

Before Evangeline could refuse, the line went dead. She listened to the dial tone for a moment, a sense of weary resignation washing over her.

Let him come. She wasn't at her apartment anyway.

The phone call had jolted her awake, and now sleep felt a million miles away. She sat up on the suite's sofa. She was thirsty from the alcohol earlier. She poured herself a glass of water, then poured a second one and padded quietly into the bedroom.

Finn appeared to be fast asleep, but she knew drunk people often woke up dehydrated. She placed the glass on the nightstand and moved closer to the bed.

His eyes were closed, his thin lips slightly parted. Even in sleep, his features were strikingly handsome, though the tips of his ears were still flushed red. His breathing, however, seemed a little too rapid.

She leaned closer, counting the quick, shallow breaths. A flicker of worry went through her. Could something be wrong? He wasn't used to drinking this much.

As she debated whether to call a doctor, she noticed that his face was also flushed with an unnatural heat.

Was he running a fever?

She reached out, intending to press the back of her hand to his forehead. But before her fingers could make contact, his hand shot out and clamped around her wrist.

The world spun.

Before she could register what was happening, she was on her back on the bed, with Finn looming over her, pinning her wrists.

He let out a soft chuckle, then leaned down and gently nipped her finger. "Worried about me?" he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. The faint scent of alcohol on his breath sent a shiver through her.

"I… I'm glad you're okay," she stammered. The words came out softer and breathier than she'd intended, almost like a purr.

A slow smile spread across Finn's lips.

"I'm fine," he said. "But I think *you're* about to be in trouble."

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