CHAPTER 30
ZYLIAH’S POV
Stepping into the lounge, I took note of the plush environment. My eyes carefully scanned the wide, gold-themed dining space.
It wasn't that packed, but there were enough customers to make it appear lively and the servers busy. Where was he?
Oh—my eyes narrowed a bit at his slouchy, brooding figure. He was sitting all by himself and looked every bit as desperate as he’d sounded on the phone.
Slowly, I approached his table and stopped just before him, the table like a bridge between us.
"H-hi. You're here." He quickly got up and walked round the table—though not without a slight stagger in his steps—to draw out the chair for me, making a small scraping sound while at it.
He was clearly drunk. I quickly lowered myself into the seat, trying to avoid any eyes on
