Love Unspoken

Alexander's stride faltered, his head swiveling to lock eyes with Nicholas. His gaze was sharp, almost as if he were attempting to see straight through the man standing before him. Unfazed, Nicholas met Alexander's stare with unwavering confidence, secure in the validity of his words. "Is that so?" Alexander mused, a hint of derision tingeing his voice as he chuckled lightly, an idea beginning to form in his mind. "That's the only connection between us."

His gaze shifted away from Nicholas, settling on the faint silhouette of a metal cage in the distance. "Nicholas, you're a sharp one. There are some cases that are better left untouched, lest you get burned." Nicholas's brow furrowed in confusion. "The old lady's case was just a routine domestic dispute. I don't see any reason to avoid it."

"You're missing the point," Alexander retorted, ambling over to a nearby bench. He lounged casually, crossing his legs and fixing Nicholas with a cool, detached stare. Nicholas was at a loss, still not fully comprehending the intricate dynamics between Quinn and Alexander.

Suddenly, a large wolfhound burst onto the scene, its coat shimmering in the sunlight as it charged towards Nicholas with a thunderous bark. Caught off guard, Nicholas froze, his mind momentarily blank. In the blink of an eye, the hound was at his feet, poised to attack.

"Eric!" Alexander's command rang out, and the dog skidded to a halt just inches from Nicholas, its tongue lolling out as it panted heavily. Nicholas paled.

"Come here." Reluctantly, the wolfhound tore its gaze from Nicholas and trotted back to Alexander's side, sitting obediently at his feet. Alexander's long fingers gently stroked the dog's head as he turned to Nicholas. "Do you understand now, Nicholas?"

relaxed, his palms slick with sweat. He forced a smile onto his face. "I understand. I won't take Quinn's cases anymore."A smile tugged at the

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