He clenched his hands. Bloody hell, this place was obviously screwing with his head.
And his body, he ruefully acknowledged, his erection pressing painfully against his jeans.
“We haven’t left the underworld,” he said, grimly battling back his attack of lust. “This is all an illusion.”
“How can you know . . .” Her confused expression abruptly cleared as she glanced up at the sun that was blazing from a clear blue sky. “Oh.”
“Exactly.”
She frowned, her gaze returning to the picturesque view. “It seems so real. It even smells as I remember.”
“This place has some special meaning to you?”
Her expression softened. “As a child my family traveled with our tribe through the lands that are now called Hungary. My father was an elder and my mother was a healer.”
“They had positions of power,” Uriel murmured, not surprised. Kata had been trapped in a nightmare for centuries, but she’d not only survived, she’d managed to protect her beloved daughter.
It took incredible strength that she’d obviously inherited from her parents.
“Yes, which meant they shouldered heavy duties,” she said, a wistful smile curving her lips. “When they felt the need to escape their responsibilities they would bring my sister and I here. I cherished those days. It was the only time we could be alone as a family.”
There was no mistaking her emotional connection to the image spread before them.
“I don’t like this,” he rasped.
“You don’t like what?”
“Was Yannah a part of your childhood?”