Chapter 45
“That should do it,” Mya whispered as she poured the last golden pitcher of warm, scented water into the bath. Rising, she took a step back to survey her handiwork and sighed in satisfaction.
The bathing chamber was vast and lavishly appointed. Its spotless black marble floors, soaring golden archways, and sunken bathtub with gold inlay made it the envy of all the gods and goddesses who made their home in the House of Gods. Even they were forbidden to set foot inside this sacred place, and the intricate and breathtakingly beautiful black marble sculptures by the entrance had been enchanted by their creator to bar the passage of anyone apart from Ishtar’s handmaidens and herself.
“I see that my bath is ready,” said a throaty voice.
Mya spun around and immediately dropped to h
