Edward stood on the ship's deck, staring down at the calm sea. They were three days from shore, and it could be him, but the days had gone by slowly, too slowly for his patience. He couldn’t use his magic without fear of harming himself in the process. The last time was a narrow escape, and taking on too many burdens at once would run him into his grave. He knew this, but the empty and helpless feeling he had whenever he thought about Kailani bore a hole in his chest. He wondered if the Ainsworths were under some sort of curse or if their father’s sin had somehow rubbed off on them. The more they strived for happiness, the harder it became. This wasn’t the Moon Goddess’s doing; this was the doing of Doom and Mischief, rulers of Inferno. The nemesis that had befallen the Ainsworths had Doom
