“Of course not.” She blinked in puzzlement at his abrupt question. “We knew nothing of demons before Marika came to us as a vampire.”
“Then how did she know to create this particular illusion?”
He watched Kata’s pleasure in her surroundings briefly falter at his question.
“Perhaps she can read my mind,” she at last suggested.
“Perhaps.” Uriel shrugged. It was a rare talent, but not unheard of. “Then the next question is why,” he persisted. “She must have some purpose in bringing us here.”
“You think she’s responsible for opening the gateway to hell?”
Did he?
The tiny demon certainly had the power.
And God knew she was erratic enough to offer help one minute and then trap them both in hell the next.
But he wasn’t going to leap to conclusions.
“I think we would be fools not to suspect she has her own agenda,” he compromised.
Her lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Who doesn’t?”
He bristled at her accusation. “I’m at least honest about my purpose in following you,” he said, even knowing the words were a lie.
Oh, his purpose had been clear enough in the beginning. Victor commanded him to locate and retrieve the gypsy. Simple and straightforward.
It was only after he’d crashed into Kata’s prison that his unwanted duty had become something else.