I used to think my biggest problem was gods trying to kill me.

Turns out, that was just the warm-up.
Now I’ve got a brand-new kind of magic, one that doesn’t just bend the rules. It rewrites them. Divine runes? I can break them. Change them. Maybe even create my own. Which is great… except for the part where nobody knows what that actually means. Including me.
And apparently, neither do the dragons.
Because when I accidentally did something very illegal to my dragon boyfriend’s blood—long story, involved saving his life, zero regrets—it set off alarms in a very old, very powerful dragon system. The kind that doesn’t send warning letters. The kind that sends enforcers.
Now the dragon legacy wants answers. The gods are still watching. My ex-ghost roommate might be losing his second chance at life. And me? I’m stuck in the middle of it all, trying to figure out what I’ve become before someone decides I shouldn’t exist at all.
Good news. I’m done waiting for permission.
Bad news. So is everyone else.
And if they think I’m going down quietly, they clearly haven’t been paying attention.