Miles' smirk deepened, the rain sliding down his face as if even the storm itself was reacting to the moment.
"Oh… I did."
On the other end of the call, silence lasted for a fraction of a second, but it was enough to shift the atmosphere completely. Jax Mordecai's voice returned, sharper now, cautious, no longer casual.
"Who are you… and why do you have this phone?"
Miles tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on the trembling man kneeling in front of him, then back to the horizon as if the question itself amused him.
"Two questions… hmm…"
His tone carried a strange calm, almost playful, yet something beneath it felt heavy.
"Let me answer them one by one."
He took a step forward, gripping the man's collar and pulling him up just enough to keep him conscious.
"I am someone… who has been patiently waiting to settle a very old grudge with you."
The rain intensified slightly, droplets striking against the ground in uneven rhythm.
"And as for why I have this phone…"
