Angela felt herself curled into a ball, her knees tucked under her arms. That same beautiful song Sophia loved floated around her in muffled notes. Was she dreaming? But Angela knew she’d been in this place before, so very many times. “Open your eyes, Angela,” a gentle male voice echoed around her. Angela obeyed. She was nowhere, surrounded by darkness and silence. She couldn’t even quite remember what had happened or how she’d come to this place again. Yet as Angela thought and time seemed to pass with aching slowness, a blue light appeared in front of her. Was she imagining it? No—the light was now growing brighter and taking shape. The familiar contours of arms, legs, and wings appeared. A strange burning sensation filled Angela’s chest. Her heart ached so punishingly. Then, Raziel’s magnificence took form at last. The Supernal angel’s red hair dazzled her eyes and his midnight blue coat didn’t just twinkle with gems now, but with real lights that cast their brilliance into the suffocating shadows around him and Angela.
