Burn Me Once, Burn With Me novel Chapter 335

The world was spinning out of control.

Sylas was still mostly lucid, but his cheeks had flushed a deep, drunken pink.

“Excuse me, miss.”

Confident that he looked just tipsy enough, he waved the waitress over.

“Yes, sir? How can I help?”

“I’m feeling a little dizzy. Could you call her for me? Just tell her I’ve had too much to drink. I’m at Starlight Bar.”

“I drove here too. Call her for me as well.”

Cassian shoved his own phone into her hands.

The waitress stood there, suddenly juggling two phones, a little taken aback.

She glanced at both screens. The situation just kept getting stranger.

It was the same number on both.

Her gaze flickered back and forth between the two men. One of them, cold and aloof as a glacier, had his head down on the table, while the other looked dazed and dreamy, though that handsome face and the lazy curve of his lips made for a rather captivating sight.

A sudden blush crept up the waitress’s cheeks. Embarrassed, she quickly lowered her head to look at the phones.

Ruby?

Rue?

The names were nearly identical, and she realized both men were trying to reach the same woman.

Seemed like a girl’s name.

Who was this lucky lady?

She bit her lip, unable to help a twinge of envy.

Quickly, she dialed the number from both phones.

Cassian had managed to sit up at some point, his gaze burning into her hands—more precisely, at the two phones she held.

“Hello? Is this Miss Ruby?” she asked as soon as one line picked up—Sylas’s phone.

She set Cassian’s aside, and with it, the spark in his eyes seemed to dim.

Cassian remembered Ruby’s silhouette as she left earlier, surrounded by a crowd, Sylas right at her side.

He’d been left behind in the house, the distance between them growing with every step.

A bitter ache welled up in his chest. The taste in his mouth was sharp and unpleasant.

Meanwhile, Sylas was practically gloating. “Since she’s coming, let her decide in person.”

“Which of us will she take home?”

Cassian’s lashes quivered.

Would Ruby really choose him?

Even half-drunk, he knew just how slim that chance was.

A sharp pain twisted in his stomach, followed by a wave of nausea and bitterness.

The sting of defeat was almost unbearable.

“Fine,” he muttered, clenching his fists.