Christine had never thought much on how the touch of an angel would feel...strange that it should feel so much like the touch of a human, and yet not. And of course, of course she would find him in the chapel. Where else would one go to find an angel of God?

"I will," she swore, clutching her hands lightly to her chest as he slipped away from her, her heart keening for more time to feel so close to the music and passion she'd known when her father had lived still...

But that was greed, and she could not sin so when she was already being given such a gift. "Every moment I can spare, I will be there."