Madeline’s POV

The orchestra’s music was very beautiful in my ears, and the chandelier above clustered the whole face of Uriel. His hands were tightened on my waist; his eyes fixated on me only; and his overall presence was the most bothersome yet comforting thing right now for me.

“Have you seen Victor?” I asked as I sidestepped my eyes to see if someone was listening to our conversation. “I have not seen him in a while.”

“I talked to him,” he whispered, using a low voice. ...