He Knew My Voice Day One Novels & Stories

he said quietly, his voice a low rumble. I looked up at him, my chest tightening. “I know,” I said, my voice breaking. “I know.” And for the first time in as long as I could remember, I let myself believe it.

But first, I had to call him… I needed to hear his voice. I grabbed my phone and dialed his number. The call barely rang twice before his deep, familiar voice came through. “Hey, baby,” Victor greeted, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “Hey love,” I replied, giggling. “Guess what?” “You know I suck at guessing.” “Come on, just one try.” He chuckled. “You made my favorite meal?” “How did you know??” I exclaimed while he laughed. “I know you well enough, babe.” He chimed in.

One of the voices that was literally the object of all my desires. “Hello, sweetheart.” Kael. His voice slid through the speaker like warm silk. My stomach dropped. Of all the moments for him to call, it had to be the exact second I was about to slip my hand into my panties. The exact I wanted to touch myself to the thought of him and his best friend. “K-Kael?” I whispered before I could stop myself. He chuckled softly, the sound warm and amused, like he already knew everything racing through my mind. “So you do remember my voice.”

I heard him say then his voice dropped again. I couldn't hear the rest. A moment later, I heard him say, "Okay then, I’ll let you know if anything comes up." The call was over. I walked into the living room as he was putting his phone away. He turned and saw me. "How was your first day?" he asked his face looked normal but I was thinking about the phone call. Who was she? And what should she know? It’s bad that I was evasdropping and now the curiosity was eating me up.

“I’ve known all day—I just didn’t know I knew.” “Who?” I demanded, heart pounding. He held my gaze for a long moment. And then, almost whispering, his voice rough, “Get Vael.”

“Miss ArcStone, it’s a pleasure to have you in such a gathering.” The voice. I knew who it was before I even looked at him. It was the voice I would always remember, even in the loudest noise. It was the voice I had hung on for four years, hoping it would soften towards me even if it was just once. It was the same voice that gave me nightmares for weeks after leaving with my parents. Lucas. Swallowing hard, I turned to look at him and my eyes widened at the same time his eyes did. He recognized me.

A wave of uneasiness crept through my chest. My fingers slowly tightened around the fork. Where could she possibly know me from? Sophia leaned back slightly in her chair, her brows furrowing as she focused harder. “I’ve definitely seen you before,” she said thoughtfully. Aiden sighed beside me. “Sophia—” “Wait.” Her voice cut through the room suddenly. Her eyes widened slightly, as if something had finally clicked inside her mind. “You…” My heart began pounding violently. “I know you.” The words struck me like a warning.

Suddenly, I heard that voice, making me stop on my tracks. I knew that voice, I knew it like my own name! "Geraldina?"

he said. His voice did something to my chest. It always did something to my chest, five years of a voice that meant safe, that meant home, that meant someone was there, and hearing it now, after the ring, after the empty pouch and the empty room and the floor tilting under me, undid something I had been holding together all day. "Hi," I said. My voice came out wrong. Thin. I heard it and knew he would hear it too. There was a pause on his end. "Are you alright?"

I felt it before I understood it — the way people straightened, the way Sienna's composure flickered for just a half second. I turned around. "Nobody is touching her." The voice was low. Controlled. Familiar in a way that reached into my chest and pulled. I knew that voice. I didn't know how I knew it. I'd only heard it once, in a dark bar, saying barely anything at all. But I knew it.