Chapter Seventy Eight: Finding Ciara

Vulcan's POV

Everything about him screamed that he didn't want to talk to me, face me, or even look at me. He tried to sidestep me and leave, but I blocked his path.

"Salvador," I called out again, this time drawing a heavy sigh from him. Still, he refused to meet my gaze.

I reached out to touch his arm. "Salvador, I'm talking to y—" He slapped my hand away before it could make contact, the impact so hard that I winced and instinctively rubbed the spot.

"Was that necessary, bro?"

"Move out of my way, Vulcan," he demanded, his voice calm but sharp.

"I'm not moving until you talk to me. After all these years, you're still holding on to this? Really, bro?"

He let out a loud, frustrated hiss, attempting to leave again. Once more, I stepped in his path. "Salvador," I said softly.

"Vulcan, you're going to make a scene out of nothing. Get out of my way," he articulated, each word carrying the weight of his irritation.