"His eyes returned to mine, that invisible tether between us strung too tight.That magnetic pull, it was unbreakable, unyielding. Eternal.And it demanded that we collide." On the secluded continent of Edenvale, possessing magic is a death sentence. Those who have it are labelled Cursed, and by order of the king, they are Cleansed-a horrific event utilizing a hot, hungry pyre and an iron...