Ciara's POV
As instructed, after a while of standing frozen, Vulcan came into view. He initially wanted to walk away but stopped and paced around, before stopping right in my face.
"For all the damages you're causing between my grandfather and me, you'll pay, Chaira," his gaze pierced through me.
He tried to turn away, and I snapped back retortedly, warning, "Don't call me that. I'm not Chaira. My name is Ciara, and if your dumb ass can't pronounce that, you can just call me Morgan." I made sure my tone came out as offensive as possible.
He shouldn't go about calling and addressing me the way he wanted, because I was in a desperate condition. Regardless, it didn't make me less of a person. I was still human.
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