Madeline’s POV

Victor and Uriel pulled three chairs and put them into the middle of the stern of the ship. While crossing my arms, I watched the two of them like I was the boss. Uriel grabbed one of the chairs and gave it to me bluntly. We silently glared at each other.

“Marissa, Uriel…” Victor called us in an authoritative voice.

I regarded my best friend. “What? I am not even doing anything!” I defended with my hands raising and sat on my chair like I was a defendant.

Uriel did ...