Ciara's POV
"That ungrateful fucker!" Vulcan muttered under his breath, his cutlery clattering against his plate as he stared off into the distance, lost in thought.
I had forgotten about the meal in front of me, my gaze fixed on Vulcan's reaction. Did he truly love Ariana that much, and was that why he was reacting this way to her disappearance and potential infidelity?
Minutes passed as I slowly resumed eating with the others, while Vulcan remained unshaken, his eyes unwavering from some unseen point.
When he finally spoke, his tone was commanding, and he directed it at me, halting the fork laden with beef that was halfway to my mouth. "Follow me," he ordered. Before I could process his words, he made me remove the food from my mouth, saying, "Spit it out." He opened his palm for it.
