Some wounds dont bleed-they burn, they bind, they remember.
Thane survived the fire once. Not the kind that scars skin, but the kind that brands the soul. He and his brothers-fire-forged, trauma-bonded, and unbreakable-escaped a childhood no one should endure, only to build an empire on secrets and violence.
Then came her.
She is a whisper from his past wrapped in barbed wire and silence. Shes part of the enemy network hes infiltrating-caged, watched and broken. Or so she seems. But nothing about her adds up. Her touch is familiar, her eyes haunted by memories only he should carry.
She flinches at all the right moments. Says things she shouldnt know. And when she looks at him, its like shes asking for help or warning him to run.
In a world where masks are stitched on with fear, Thane starts to wonder if hes the one being played. What is real and what is not?
And as the mission spirals out of control, one question rises like smoke through flame-
What if the thing hes been searching for was right there in front of him, just hidden behind a scar shaped exactly like his own?
