[So soon of you to forget me? What a shame]
Nikolas narrowed his eyes.
[This is Fernando Stolov speaking]
His brow cocked up. Now he recalled the voice. "And why are you calling me? How did you even get my number?"
[It wasn't easy to be honest. But what can't I do? Anyway, aren't you curious to know why I went through all the trouble to contact a nobody like you?]
Nikolas stayed silent, listening, wanting to know where this was heading.
[Well, I'll tell you] Silence fell on the other side of the phone, before a loud sigh resounded. [I know what you are]
Nikolas stiffened.
He knew? As in, that he was Nikolas Bastiani? His brows scrunched into a knot and he shook his head.
No, that wasn't it.
He said he knew "What he was" What he was… As in…
"Meaning?" He decided to play along.
[Don't play the fool now. You know exactly what I'm talking about]
"Do I?"
A soft laughter resounded on the other side of the phone.
