He stood before the door.
For a few seconds, only the sound of turning papers and the quiet movement of a pen could be heard from behind the door.
Daniel placed his hand on the handle and opened the door.
The office was large, but contrary to what one might expect from the office of the saint of the fastest-growing religion in the world, there was little luxury to be seen.
Bookshelves stretched to the ceiling, several large maps were mounted on the walls, dozens of files were piled on the main desk.
The golden light of the setting sun streamed in through the tall windows, bathing part of the room in a gentle halo of light.
But what stopped Daniel's gaze for a few seconds was not the books or the files.
It was Evangelin.
For the first time, she was without a veil covering her face. She was sitting at her desk, reading a thick report.
Her hair had fallen over her shoulders, and the evening light made it look like strands of molten gold.
