Three months vanished through a gate. I came out an orc-murderer, an Earth fugitive, and the Elven Council’s favorite problem. To live, I submit to orc law and a rite that binds me to their dead, branding me with a legacy I never wanted: the matriarch’s memories of the ancient paths between worlds. That knowledge could end the war. It could also rip three worlds apart. Back on Earth, the sun’s out, the magic’s wild, and I’m hunted in my own backyard. Leylandir and I finally stop pretending it’s just the mission between us… and then blood and duty tear him away. It’s probably for the best, because every path to sealing the gates ends at the same forgone conclusion. Save the worlds and lose him on the other side of the multiverse. They trained me to survive war. They never prepared me to win peace by breaking my own heart. The heart-punch third installment in War for Magic—slow-burn enemies-to-lovers, near‑future military grit, and ancient gates that don’t care what they cost. Get the book on Amazon 👇 https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FTPKQRW4/
