Save Her Lose Us (Evangeline and Soren) novel Chapter 138

Evangeline groggily reached for her phone, squinting at the screen. It was already four in the morning.

Flora hardly ever called her at this hour.

Worried something might be wrong, Evangeline answered anyway.

As soon as the call connected, she heard Flora's voice, weak and trembling with tears. "Evangeline, what do I do? I don't know what to do…"

The distress in Flora's tone jolted Evangeline wide awake. "What's going on?" she asked, sitting up straighter in bed.

"I… I don't know, I just feel so hot, so uncomfortable, and I just want to—" Flora hesitated, biting her lip. Whatever shred of self-control and shame she still had kept her from finishing the sentence.

At first, Evangeline was confused by Flora's disjointed words.

But then she picked up on Flora's ragged, desperate breathing—and it suddenly clicked. Not long ago, someone had spiked her own drink, and the symptoms had felt eerily similar.

Was Flora drugged?

The thought surfaced, but Evangeline immediately dismissed it.

No way. Flora was the darling of the Fawkes family, always under Helena's watchful eye. No one would be reckless enough to try something like that.

She didn't know exactly what had happened, but it was clear this was an emergency.

Evangeline was about to get up and go, then hesitated, her voice turning cool. "Don't you hate me? Maybe you should call Poppy instead."

Flora had pulled cruel pranks like this before—once, she'd faked an emergency, and when Evangeline came rushing over, Flora had mocked her obedience in front of her friends, laughing about how Evangeline always came running when called.

Now, Evangeline couldn't help but suspect this was just another one of Flora's games.

But Flora just sobbed harder. Maybe she'd been crying for too long, because her voice came out hoarse. "I've tried calling Poppy over and over, but she won't pick up."

She'd thought about telling Helena or Clyde, too.

But this… this was something she couldn't bring herself to admit to anyone else.

It had taken her ages to work up the courage to call Evangeline.

"Please, Evangeline, I'm begging you. Help me. I can't stand this anymore."

The usually imperious heiress was now curled up on her bed, twisting like a caterpillar in a cocoon. The feverish sensation was driving her to the brink of madness.

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