Chapitre 59: Chapter Fifty Eight: Where Are You, Ariana, Where Are You, Ciara?

Vulcan's POV

Readjusting my collar, I made sure I appeared as normal as possible, as if nothing had happened. I strode out of the corner and almost collided with the chairperson, who halted and asked, "Oh, Vulcan, I've been looking all over for you. I thought you had already left. Have you by chance seen Eleanor?"

I quickly shrugged, trying to appear casual despite looking suspicious. "Eleanor? No, I haven't. Why?"

"And Salvador?" His legs were poised as if ready to scurry away at any moment, his tone hurried.

I barely contained my irritation. What did Salvador's whereabouts have to do with me? I wanted to tell him, "Not my business," but swallowed the words when I noticed the spot where my Ciara had been seated and was supposed to still be seated was now empty.

My pulse quickened. "I have no idea, ask someone else," I said instead, my eyes going over his shoulder and scanning the area and around.