He Knew My Voice Day One Novels & Stories

“ You know what? ” His voice was low, barely a whisper but I could hear him clearly. “ What? ” He inched closer, his lips barely an inch away from mine. I swallowed. “ From the day I first saw you, I knew I would have you ” I fisted his shirt. My eyes closed as I laid back on the mattress, my hair spilling out on the soft bedding. His eyes roved over my face, taking in my wide, dark eyes, my flushed cheeks, my soft, parted lips. He ran his fingers over my lips, his touch gentle yet firm.

I was petrified at the sound of her voice, placed her plate on the table, and hesitantly asked: -Excuse me, but how do you know my name? I swear to God, your voice is very similar to the call made by that stranger yesterday. -It's on your uniform my dear. Shit, can you get any more idiotic? My cheeks lit up with embarrassment, of course, he sees me every day, I give him his order every day, of course by now he knows my name very well. - Oh!" I let out a nervous laugh and put my hands behind my back, "Right, how careless.

My entire face brightened at the suave voice, which I had only heard once or twice but knew very well, and I turned in the direction it came from. “Kian!” I smiled.

I knew that voice. I knew it the way I knew my own heartbeat. The way I knew the sound of his footsteps in a long corridor and the particular register his voice dropped to when he was holding something back. I knew it in my chest before my mind had finished processing what I had heard. My lips parted. His name left my mouth before I could stop it. Barely above a breath. Broken clean in half in a way I had no control over. "Victor."

That would give me the answers I so desperately craved. “I am trying so hard to bring you back to me. I truly am. Bring that light back to your eyes. The guilt that rages within myself for the pain that you went through will eat away at me forever, mi amor…” the voice continued, sending shivers down my spine at the affectionate names he had used. Names that meant so much in the family I had grown up within... how did he know? Was he able to sense that from me? Did he know me so well? Once more, my mind was filled with questions about whether he and I already knew one another... as I found myself turning to look at him once again, but found he was already gone.

He sounded raw, like the words were being torn out of him. "Yes. It damn well matters. Answer me." The car was silent for a long moment, the engine's hum the only sound between us. When he finally spoke, his voice was a ragged whisper. "Yes." The word hit me like a blow. I’d suspected it. Deep down, I’d known since the start. But hearing him say it out loud made the reality of our mess feel ten times heavier. "When did you know?" I asked. Kian finally looked at me, his gaze haunted. "The first day. The second she walked into that room, I knew."

And the knowing and the hearing were different things. The hearing arrived in my chest in a way the knowing hadn't. "Tell me," I said. My voice was steady. "From the beginning. Everything you know." He looked at the table Then at the window. Then at me.... And he began. His name was Calloway.

“It’s ten seconds. No tags. No name. People don’t even know it’s me.” “They know your tone,” he says. “They know your pain.” He stalks closer, holding the phone between us, the tiny speaker still looping my voice. “You went behind my back,” he says quietly. “Again.” “I gave you my voice in this house,” I shoot back. “All of it. You locked it up. Again. I had to know if it still…reached.” His eyes soften. Just a fraction. “You saw what happened last time your voice reached the wrong ears,” he says. “You bled on a stage, and a man in Naples heard his opportunity.”

I heard it before I understood what I was hearing. Luca's voice first, low, controlled, with that particular edge underneath it that I had learned meant something had interrupted a plan he'd already made, and he was deciding how much it was going to cost whoever was responsible. Then another voice answered him, and the moment I heard it every single nerve in my body went completely still, because I knew that voice. I had known that voice for six years. I would have recognised it through walls, through sleep, through the end of everything, it was wired into me in a way I had never examined too closely because examining it would have meant admitting things I wasn't ready to admit.

"You were there some days back as well, doing the exact same thing." I frowned beneath my mask, confused for a split second. How could he possibly know— Then, a sudden lightbulb flashed in my head. Oh, Goddess. He was the one hiding in the trees that day! We had crossed paths as early as then. That was exactly where I had heard his deep, authoritative voice first. I remained completely silent, though, terrified that saying the wrong thing would expose my previous near-exposure.