Wolves don't whisper

Wolves don't whisper

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They call me Midnight, because the night is my friend. When the world fell apart, I was sent into exile with a group I didn't choose - including him. My enemy. Or so I thought. I carry a secret. So does he. But I didn't know that. And not all the monsters out there come from what's left of the world. -- In a shattered and unfamiliar world, Midnight and Dashiell crossed paths, left scars, and now hate each other. But survival forces them to stay together. They both carry secrets. The closer they get to the truth, the thinner the line between enemies and allies becomes. In a world where trust can kill, love might be the greatest threat- or the only salvation left.
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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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