Briar's Thorn

Briar's Thorn

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There were no winners of the war that ripped Briar's world apart: a war between those who had power, and those who did not. In the generations since, the survivors have learnt to live without technology, to carve a more rural life out of the land, and to hide their powers away. Briar's family has power. To protect themselves, they live isolated, hidden within the bushland, and over a day from the nearest village, never forgetting that friends and neighbours would turn against them if they knew their secret. When she encounters Thorn, the mysterious silver haired man with technologically advanced black dragon-scale armour, in the bushland around her farm, Briar finds herself irresistibly drawn to him. His motivations are unclear, and as she continues to keep him secret from her family, she begins to wonder if she is risking their safety in doing so. Is Thorn a friend, or an invader?
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An assassin with secrets. A man with scars. Love was never supposed to be part of the deal. "We can't," he said, his voice rough but final. The rejection was a physical blow. Humiliation, hot and sharp, washed over me, followed immediately by a fury so intense it blurred my vision. I released his jacket like it was on fire, snatching my hand back from his chest. Of course. Of course. I shoved open the van door, the metal screeching in protest. I practically fell out into the garage, needing to put distance between us, needing to breathe air he hadn't just stolen from my lungs. "Thorn-" he began, his voice following me out. I spun around, cutting him off. The words came out laced with a venom I didn't entirely feel, a weapon to match the hurt. "Don't. Just... don't." I was furious. Furious at him for starting it. Furious at him for stopping. But most of all, I was furious at myself. Furious for wanting it. For leaning in. For letting him make me feel, for one stupid second, like I was cared for. When Thorn-an elite assassin with too many secrets-collapses on the doorstep of Ash Penbrook, she expects death, not rescue. Ash is a powerful businessman with his own scars and a vendetta against the same organization Thorn once served. Forced into an uneasy alliance, their world becomes a battlefield of ambushes, betrayals, and buried truths. Survival draws them closer, but trust is dangerous-and love even more so. As enemies close in, both must decide: are they each other's salvation...or the final weapon that will destroy them?

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