Whispers of the Dark

It was a cold morning when I first met Dominic Kane. As a lawyer, I was used to tough cases, but nothing could prepare me for this one. Dominic was accused of murder—a crime so horrific that the evidence against him was seemingly irrefutable. Yet, there was something about him that didn’t add up. His sharp grey eyes held a depth I couldn't quite place—a sense of mystery that lingered long after our first meeting.

Sitting across from him in my office, I tried to focus on the files before me, but all I could think about was his penetrating gaze. Was he guilty? Or was he a victim of circumstances? I had learned to keep my distance from clients—especially ones like Dominic—but with him, it was harder than I imagined. There was a strange pull between us, something that had nothing to do with the case. It was a tension I couldn’t ignore, though I tried with every fiber of my being.

"Miss Grant," he asked, breaking my thoughts, "do you believe in soulmates?"

His question threw me off guard. He wasn't asking about the case, about the evidence, or the law. He was asking about something far more personal.