The second Cassidy left the kitchen, Troy took out his phone, finding Jasmine’s old number in his contacts. He would be lucky if it was the same after all this time…
“Hello?” Jasmine’s voice came over the phone, Troy unsure of what to say at first.
“Jasmine,” he finally spoke, clearing his throat. “It’s Troy. Troy Stark.”
There was prolonged moment of silence over the phone, but Troy could hear her breathing. “Sorry. Why are you calling me?”
“Because apparently you’re really good at keeping secrets, Jasmine.” Troy’s voice stung with anger. Words could not even describe how he felt in this moment.
“Shit. He’s there?”
“Yes, he’s here with me. Why didn’t you ever tell me?”
Jasmine sighed into the phone. “It didn’t matter. Niko is his father.”
Troy’s grip around the phone grew harder. “You’re right, he is. But I have some news for you, Jasmine. If Odin wants me to be in his life, then I plan on being his father, too.”
“That’s Odin’s decision now. Whatever he wants. He’s an adult.”
Troy laughed, shocked by the audacity of this woman. “I am going to say this to you once, and then I’ll play nice. Fuck you for not telling me about him. You have no idea what sort of man I became. I could have been a father to him. I could have helped you raise him. But no, it was all up to you and Niko. Damn you both for that.”
But he didn’t listen. Troy ended the call, running his hand through his hair in frustration.