Chapter 2 - The Gentle Giant
Roland Pike practically jumped backward out of his polished shoes, dropping his clipboard to the floor as he scrambled behind a marble pillar. "Mr. Vance! Watch out! That dog is loose!" Roland shrieked in panic.
Dorian Vance stopped dead in his tracks. His dark brown eyes widened in complete, speechless shock.
For seven years, Titan had been trained as a personal defense animal for the Vance family. He had never once broken a heel command. He had never approached a stranger without explicit instruction.
Yet, Titan didn't growl. He didn't bare his teeth.
The massive black dog slowed his pace as he reached Marin’s wheelchair. Softly, deliberately, Titan rested his broad, heavy head directly onto Marin’s lap, leaning his massive body gently against her frail knees.
Dorian stepped forward, his leather soles clicking against the marble in a hushed, shocked tone. "He has never broken a command... in seven years."
Marin looked down at the fearsome creature resting against her legs. Instead of flinching, her pale, trembling fingers reached out. She began softly stroking the dark fur between Titan’s ears. A small, sad smile touched her lips as she looked up into the dog’s warm eyes.
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"You’re not as scary as everybody thinks, are you?" Marin whispered gently.
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