Hugh and Kat arrived at the far end of the large, crowded courtyard she’d seen in her mind’s eye.
Her temples pounded as she perused the space.
There was the obelisk with the cross atop it, the lines radiating outward in the surrounding paving blocks. Two colonnaded porticos, gleaming of white marble, embraced the visitors with motherly arms. Beyond them, the city of Rome sprawled out in every direction in a collage of muted colors—peaches, golds, tans, and creams.
Gray clouds hovered above them, and the air felt muggy. A light breeze tossed Kat’s long black hair, bringing with it the earthy smell of an approaching storm.
“We’re in St. Peter’s Square.” Hugh pointed toward an elaborate domed building. “That’s the Basilica, where the Pope says mass.”
Kat looked at him, surprised. “You k
