Chapter 25
Mya stared at the small jar sitting on a golden tray in front of her. She looked up at Ishtar, who leaned back nonchalantly on her throne as if what was happening in her court at the moment meant nothing.
The poison in the jar reeked. But that wasn’t what made Mya wince. It was the aloofness of Ishtar that hurt the most. All those years she had served in the court meant nothing. She shifted her gaze from the jar to Ishtar and waited. Nothing. No reaction.
Mya nodded and picked up the jar.
Ishtar cleared her throat. “Is there anything you want to say to anyone?”
“I’ve spent more of my life outside the court than inside. There is no one here with whom I would want to leave a message. But may I ask for one final favor, my goddess?”
Ishtar shifted on her throne. Then she waved
