The loud crowd of girls and guys whistling for whoever the singer may be. The lights flicker on, and my gaze follows them until they settle on the singer.

Everything falls silent as I become fixated on her beauty. I feel a stirring in my lower body as I watch her. I glance at my sister, who is singing along with her.

"I can hear sirens, sirens He hit me and it felt like a kiss I can hear violins, violins Give me all of that ultraviolence," she sings beautifully, her voice akin to that of an angel—my angel.

My attention returns to the singer. Her short silk dress clings to her body, and a white sheer patterned cloak drapes over her head. My heart skips a beat when our eyes meet.

After the concert, I promptly call my men, instructing them to gather information about her. I need to know everything about her.