Madeline’s POV

As I was on the porch, I glanced at the sun setting behind the trees. It was so beautiful that I had a long glance before I focused on my sketch again. When my throat craved the black coffee I was having, I grabbed its mug and sipped on it.

“What a beautiful sketch,” I heard Uriel’s voice approaching, making me look at where he was. “I did not know you had another talent other than raising your eyebrows and being mean to everyone at all times.”

I rolled my eyes as I ...