Prologue

My eyes open to unfamiliar surroundings, I am disoriented. I slowly lift my body from the spot in which I had been lying as I slowly recall the night before. The cold stone floor is rough beneath my bare feet as I drag them forward in the darkness.

I remembered.

I recalled the sweet but rough masculine scent, soft blue eyes, the low light of a million candles, and the tingle of gentle fingertips across my bare skin. Behind my fluttering eyelids flashed the memory of the way he touched me, the way he breathed my name, the way he loved me… While desperate emotions pulsed through my veins regret for returning for my angel was not one of them.

I was Christine Daae, the promising new diva of the Opera Populair, and I was missing. The act of vanishing was one I had become familiar with since I met him. It was merely a month since the fateful night the chandelier fell and rained death and fear upon the Opera Populair and already I had journeyed into the night once more. I sang softly as I searched for the unearthly voice that had disappeared as if it truly belonged to a phantom:

Who was that shape in the shadows? Who's is the face in the mask?

I echoed my words from song's past and waited for a soothing reply. But the stone walls reverberated nothing. I stood in silence…cold, bewildered, and more than anything alone.