The hand on my hair moved to my back, and I realized someone was singing softly. The voice was familiar, and something about it made my chest ache. Well, that was to be expected. Angels' songs would be awfully poignant. I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar, when I met you... the voice crooned. I frowned. Was that really an appropriate song for the Heavenly Host to be-- - Rachel Hawkins, Spell Bound