Ciara's POV
"I don't have your money. In fact, I have no idea what you're talking about."
He let out a short, mocking laugh. "Of course, you wouldn't. You hit your head—how could I forget? Must've lost a chunk of your memory and your senses, but somehow you never forgot Salvador."
His words dripped with sarcasm, taunting me as if I were pretending to be clueless.
"Vulcan, really, I don't understand you."
"And I said I know you don't understand. In fact, you have no idea what I'm talking about." He paused, his gaze sharp as he added, "Ciara, do you think I'm a fool?"
"No, why would I think that?"
He laughed again, but this time it was colder. "You're capable of anything. Capable of stealing, lying, running off with my unborn child to another man—capable of everything, Ciara. You're more than capable. What do you think? Do you really believe I'm a fool?"
