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 ...