Vulcan's POV
"Vulcan, is it true? What she said—is it true?" He turned to me, his voice weighted with suspicion. "Did you make Ciara run away?"
I let out a nervous scoff. "What? Why would I?"
His eyes narrowed, darkening with suspicion. I continued, trying to sound more convincing, "Papi, I have no idea what this is about. I don't understand what's going on here," I said, shifting my glare to Odessa.
"What do you mean Ciara ran away? How is that even possible?"
Odessa's eyes flickered uneasily. "I don't know. I just saw her packing, and she screamed in my face about how much she hates you and everyone else before she fled."
"Did you try to stop her?"
"What?" she asked, as if she hadn't heard me.
I rubbed the bridge of my nose, exasperated. "When Ciara was ranting and threatening to leave, did you try to stop her?"
