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Allison "Allie" never wanted to be part of a war. She's a healer, not a fighter-though she's handy with a sword when she needs to be. She came to L'Manberg for peace, not politics. But peace has a way of slipping through your fingers when you least expect it.
Quackity is charming, ambitious, and running for president. He's also the last person Allie should be falling for. But he keeps showing up-at her clinic, at the market, in her thoughts-with his sharp grins and his stupid beanie and his infuriating habit of seeing through every wall she builds.
They should be enemies. They are enemies. The wars tear them apart, the years push them in opposite directions, and the space between them grows wider with every betrayal.
But some spaces are meant to be crossed.
A multi-era enemies-to-lovers slow burn spanning the DSMP timeline-from the election to Las Nevadas. Healing powers, found family, and the kind of yearning that makes you scream into your pillow.
Five times. Quackity almost kissed Allie five times. And one time, he finally did.