angelic magic

If I hadn't been looking for it, I wouldn't have noticed the extra space between the linen closet and the master bedroom. I checked the closet in the master bedroom and turned up nothing. Then I opened the door to the linen closet, and found the shelves in complete disarray, sheets and towels and blankets strewn on the floor. I hunkered down and held up my mother's amulet, peering closely, and then found a section of the back wall of the closet just slightly misaligned with the corner it met. I reached out and touched that part of the wall, closed my eyes, extending my senses through my fingertips.
I felt power there. It wasn't a ward, or at least it was unlike any ward I had ever encountered. It was more of a quiet hum of constant power, and was similar to the power I'd felt stirring around Michael on several occasions-the power of faith. There was a form of magic protecting that panel.
"Lasciel," I murmured quietly. "You getting this?"
She did not appear, but her voice rolled through my thoughts. Yes, my host. Angelic work.
I exhaled. "Real angels?"
Aye. Rafael or one of his lieutenants, from the feel of it.
"Dangerous?"
There was an uncertain pause. It is possible. You are touched by more darkness than my own. But it is meant to conceal the room beyond, not to strike out at an intruder.
I took a deep breath and said, "Okay." Then I reached out and rapped hard on the panel, three times.
I thought I heard a motion, weight shifting on a floorboard.


Proven Guilty Chapter 30, Page 238-239